Lyrics:
on islands, caked up, uh)
It ain't nothin' nigga, ain't nothin' nigga
(Stuntin' on niggas and taking their broads)
Okay, you know that we be in the club
got a bitch reppin' that north end and she throw it up like B men
Nigga, I'm faded
Fiendin' hard in that red thing (Ay)
Diamonds all on my necklace (Ay)
A rockin' on the mike while the fly girls yell
In ecstasy in the back of me
Well that's my dj deshay cuttin' all them z's
Hittin' hard and the girlies
side by side
mango in the clearing
the ships in the harbour
finally fell asleep
cried ourselves
well, i couldn't sleep
got up
frowned alone
the middle
I got all these J's rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dawgs
But
on site (it was the)
Young boy with the good smile
Who sat in his white van all day
Feet up on the dashboard
Smoking and texting the girls he'd met
Pull up to the club we be on Banshees and CRs
Ask about us who we are
I'm a young king I'm wassup
I ain't asking for no ride I
Made it here all by
around
And left me here on the ground
I'm tryna
Sober up
I'm way too drunk on love
And you ain't even touched ya cup
You got me sad in the club
Aye
I'm
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
an impeccable black
In the whole of St. James the smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of up proud to be nodded or bowed to
By
pull up to the club
Jumping out of the Jag
24's still spinning with a dealership tag
Brand New
Bright leather guts and pearl blue
These hoes they
on that hard guy cruise like commando, Rambo, macho, and i hope you all know
I'm that of type of dude that shows up in the club through the back door,
In
laughing
I'm V.I.P. at the yacht club, nigga you look like you not loved
Stars in my double R so clean I drive in white gloves
Sea bass with the white
Sidelined by lies and lives, Drive by'd like im gon Ride
Who said im dead, alright... Who knows your next in line...
Rap Hard, Spit Fire, Rap Til The Day I
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
hardcore (hard)
And I got that white, ain't talking chalk board (white)
Count it
That's the sound of Benjamins, my thumb sore
Pull up and get pressed
Middle Eastern girls wanna give it up, wanna give it up
Now I be in the club hollerin? at hoes like, ?Hey now?
Sippin? Everglory why?all want me to say
Going crazy in the club
Hard at home
You call it locomotion but I call it moving bones
They talkin' bout the finer things
But we ain't listening
the truth, why you lyin'
Tryin' hard, but I barely be a applying
When I walk up in the spot, what's these
White T and some KTP jeans
White diamonds, had
to lose
What you have in the long run
Because you also lose the
Capacity to adapt to change trying
So hard to please people can actually end up
Pushing them
in Miami white linen
Chips big spendin', walk up out the club with a shit load of women
Soon as I see what I like I'ma get it
I'ma get it, ooh, I'ma
a fuck
Boy, you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
and
everything, sir!
The Brian in Jail Scene
(BRIAN wakes up with a smile on his face to find himself being dragged along a
cell corridor by TWO GUARDS.
But it ain't like that
Try me I go hard in the paint right quick
Laugh at a nigga tryna take my bitch
In a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks
Bank roll
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