Lyrics:
so high, like a kite
Let the feelings to grow, oh oh
Like the sun rising up
Move, get strong, let it flow,
Pour that vibes in your cup
Feeling your
Bitch I'm gone run up the check to my feet stop
I'm gonna Follow my heart till my beat stop
Pull up on yo hoe and I get me some T - Top
Rockin
Monte Carlo
It's an 88
I be speeding
Speeding
Gotta push the weight
Yeah it's worth the weight
My soul straight
My paper not
Hope this bond don
[Chorus]
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals, man
To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin'
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals, man
Don't trust niggas, they smile it seems friendly
I'll be damned if i pass up
It's for bricks when I mask up and run down
On em to get my cash up
Cash
on our own?
Or within lanes we can't feel?
Song written by Carlos cscanio
Lyrics by Carlos cscanio
crrangements by Carlos cscanio
Vocals: Carlos cscanio
ceiling but I'm chillin', just stackin' & buildin' (go & build).
Don't get to trippin', it get wicked; don't get it twisted (get it twisted, you dig?).
I
in my bag or no indo smoke
I be locked in fully and I live by the code
Tides me bring me down I don't play bout the KOV
Sun-kissed, gave that desert my
Turn they back on me
I can't forgive none of them
I Lost a few homies I still don't feel that its real
Vincent, Carlos,Quez,Terrell, E, Reek
All
and the chorus
I just get going this shit don't get boring
Gettin' too high now I'm soarin' cloud on my head and it's pourin'
Pressin' the pedal to hard thru floor
(ayy)
You know I had to stop through and check up on it
Uh, pulled the Monte Carlo out the driveway
Mashin' up the backstreet sideways
Get your
Live for today fuck tomorrow
Live for today fuck tomorrow
I just drop some cash on a rari and a ss monte carlo
Young rich nigga get money
I dont
Live for today for tomorrow
Live for today fu** tomorrow
I just drop some cash on a rari and a ss monte carlo
Young rich ni*** get money
I dont feel
Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang
Popping up pregnant, sIlly bitch tryna trick Gates
Start selling pussy, maybe that'll get your
need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard place
I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well
I am i got to get my thing off
My style come from Devin
game
Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in the morning don't even
niggas mad at us?
Bitch ran off, so what
They don’t matter much
Steppin' out the James Bond coupe
Wit' the cannon tucked
AK47 go whoo, I blam it up
Hustle,
roaster
Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up
Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano
Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle
And pour some
Yeah
I just had vision rolling up inside the 'Carlo
Living inside of a dream it's like I'm Leonardo
I'm about to stop the game like a fuckin'
me to hang
'Cause I'm back on the track
Get in the back
Nobody is going to get me on another rap
So look at me now
Just making my play
Don't try
ridin
Don't you know I be ridin-ridin
Come along & let's ride
Take a ride with me take a ride
Take a ride with me let's ride
Switch it up Chevrolet
I was
showed me how her body twirk
We out the club and straight to the Monte Carlo, skirrrrr
Now you know I puff that endo
Everywhere I go, I be fogging up
through
Dont take love so personally
Boy I hate this version of me
Who loves you
No I don't want to roll one up
No I don't want that violet cup
Ill be
the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply
For a man on a mission, either you
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