Lyrics:
head if it's bout dat cash
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (hol' up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol' up)
'Cause bitch I'm alive
turned it up and a notch
Born broke now I gotta bag imma die rich my pockets stuffed!
But we here the woman I wanted by my side
Guess she ain't here, it's
O.G.
And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryna blow me? (back up)
This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out)
me 5 drinks
So high
Go, don't stop, yeah
Lace this
So high
"It's like if you put every book side to side, it'll be like a loop, but a very squiggly
didn't know itRollin' in my 5.0with my rag-top down, so my hair can blow
Keep my composure, when it's time to get looseMagnetized by the mic, while I kick
and listen to me
"don't go against me boo, go wit me"
We could blow it all together and bobby brown and whitney
Yea we got somethin' in commin
Niggaz
and listen to me
"don't go against me boo, go wit me"
We could blow it all together and bobby brown and whitney
Yea we got somethin' in commin
Niggaz
losing it
I'm one of the greats, I think it's fate
I know I'm proving it
Looking at your bitch
She by my side and she be moving it
Up in my domain we make
Why's it always so hard?
How'd I get this far?
Didn't have you by my side
Thought about it on the ride
I fall down. I get up
I take five. It's mixed
baby come and move it like you know some
I can take you back up to the crib before you own one
Double up the yearly make some cash and help you blow some
motherfuckin' song niggas
(last shit niggas!) and I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'
Emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
It's
question
Get up a dime spot and then I'm off to the dread section
Roots hit me off lovely
Coming out the spot I had to duck because a nigga tried to buck
question
Get up a dime spot and then I'm off to the dread section
Roots hit me off lovely
Coming out the spot I had to duck because a nigga tried to buck
it going
Gotta, gotta, keep it going
Woke up this early morning, thinking about the grind
How we gon' stay ahead, can't afford to fall behind
My mama
Mood swing
Shooting shots like Kobe
I ain't finna make it is what they tried to tell me
But I'll never listen
I been working all day
When I step up
hide by acting behind a mask of my pride
If I die would that be the prize in the families eyes I don't it to be so I
Had to go and serve me up a plate
blow down
Think it's a game, we'll come through just for show, so you know now
Still with the gang, some niggas switched up, bout my day went ten toes
Disturbin' tha peace, the Beat Club
Ludacris, straight from the A T L
We gon' take it to N see, to V A
To L.A., to N.Y.and everywhere in between
Uh,
hands
Pull up in a cavalier tinted windows with my mans
Bankrolls my gas roll it up like it's a band
Roll it up like it's a band
I'm so high I never land
to post up on that block, fifty cent for a single I ain't had no weed
The i8 I'm in it came with no keys
She want me save her bitch I ain't Christopher
Yes im harder than u
Never broke 가슴팍에다
숨겨 hunnid bands
한 장은 blow job 그년
마다 하지않네 yes right there
번호표뽑는 bitches 한무더기
밀린얘긴 rain check
V on my t
shirts
a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, I was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty
18 cents
The only trickle down the blood from your neck
Watch for the sharks they'll pick up the scent
Tear you apart and then charge you for it
You
the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said
Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads
Then he walked up
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