Lyrics:
make them youngin's come and finish you
Lawyer been chargin', he a Jew, he like his voodoo
Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu
Presidential tints
'em
Whip it hard, then I whip it harder
Man they coming in, nigga take they order
I got bricks coming, and they in the water
Stash a 100 thousand, we'll
came out
Giving three hundred pay
She was just at the schools to the
Girls and the boys basketball teams
Why you hate me
You hate me ‘cause i'm doing
hundreds (Blue hundreds)
Pull up in valet and tell 'em keep it runnin'
(Tell 'em keep it runnin')
Ain't worried 'bout a nigga
Takin' nothin' from me
(Takin'
Remember them kids that came off with eight million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions
Them flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me
Remember them kids that came off with eight million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions
Them flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me
It ain't no competition (Talk your shit)
Ten niggas with a hundred, nigga
That's a million (That's a million?)
A thousand 'bows in two months, nigga
clock a hundred Thousand
I clock more dough plus do more shows
You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold
You sold your soul and bullshit sound low
a ticket
Tell 'em run the chicken, yeah
We money motivated, fuck these bitches
We pull up at back to back to back in all these younger Benzes
I never
bumping Monster by my nigga Future
Met a bitch so real told her I'm marry her I can tell the future
Yea bitch I'm a prophet
Wake up everyday and profit
Aye take that bitch down bruh
Hatin' on the Based shit mane fuck 'em
We ridin' up, 100 thousand mane these niggas
Can't get enough
Bay Area boy
Hey doorman,
Tell 'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch,
You niggas keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money
Tell 'em what's boughetto (bougie and ghetto)
Ayo, Murph' is bougie, School Boy, ghetto
What more can I say? I'm boughetto
Ayo, I'm beautifetto,
Tell 'em what's boughetto (bougie and ghetto)
Ayo, Murph' is bougie, School Boy, ghetto
What more can I say? I'm boughetto
Ayo, I'm beautifetto,
taking a risk, that might fuck up your life
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened
to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million, moved my mom's from public housing
Had to put her in that mansion, from the hood I got her hidin'
And they tell me
a pool
Got a hot ass Uzi, cooling, keep that shit cool
In the court room represented by Jews
Hundred thousand, two hundred, working moves
When you got
ahead of? Not us
I'm in a truck called SRT or somethin'
Doin' Need for Speed or somethin'
Hundred thousand my key or somethin'
Two hundred my Jeep
And it's a difference in the two don't get lost in the message
We heard of Soulja it's over for em hang up his jersey
How he still rapping but aint make it
painting pics but they colorblind
Stevie wonder ass niggas moving outline
Fuck a 9 to 5 I need 95
A million dollars look like it ain't rich enough
A thousand
a dirty bitch
Ayo, City Boy, 'member we robbed them niggas
For about fifty in jewels, a hundred in cash
Hahaha, this shit all come back though
Ah, yo
magic
Pay fifty thousand so the ho suck my dick
Bitch I finance the head I
Pay three hundred a week
Bitch you know what it is bitch
It's Frank Sinatra
30
they ain't gotta tell
I just bought a eighth of wak
Just drunk it by myself
Took two hoes out the bar
And hit em by myself
I'll pull up on yo block
Ain’t gave C-Bo shit
Bitch I gave something to
All my fuckin’ niggas (That’s on Montana)
Six hundred thousand in the bank
Just for a rainy day
Two hundred
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