Lyrics:
Yeah
Nicky Jam
Spanish remix
Yeah
Yo Saga, Yo Jaden
Uh
Wouh! Hahaha
Yeah, hit it!
Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo
Yo, yo!
Nicky
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
that my city a
Tell it they know I can get ya'll today
Bottles on bottles that shit by the case
Hit from the back
Grab that bitch by the lace
And I roll
coming
Long as you keep shit 100 keep shit 100
She keep it 100
I hit town on a late flight
I was sipping on remix purple Sprite
Top down pulled up
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
If you scared, play the sidewalk
Wise guy, get the cheddar, then I slide off
Hustler, get the pies off
Hit it with the remix
Then I sell it for five
so a hundred (that's the Based God, swag)
Down in Ohio (ha), swag like Ohio (yeah, remix)
Down in Ohio (woo, bitch, Trippie Redd)
Swag like Ohio
get down with the kings (live)
Six mile runs from Sconey Island to Queens
They got me back in my Quran, on my knee
A hundred pints of the clean
And it's stinking up the whole house ay
I been mix matchin' designers ay
I get a hundred dollar line up ay
I bought the plasma for the weekend ay
You
Yeah
The Remix
I know I'm destined to win
And you are too
I'm inspired too
By You and You
Right
Aye
Uh
Woke up and I started my day, now I'm feeling
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
There go Quando at the door, yeah
And, I swear, and I swear
By the corner store, that's the murder squad (yeah, yeah)
That's that third eye
I
it up like a remix
Hitting waves like a sea-ship, get above like I'm cheating
Give a fuck about speaking to a nigga that's in sheep skin
To a bitch
ENT Cash Money aye
Hundred cocaine Peter Jackson eating steaks
We gon get this money and remix all the shake
Hundred cocaine Peter Jackson eating steaks
and I go wild
Let's make this moment last forever
By your side
Take me away
A hundred million miles
Just jump in your car with you
And oh
Turn up
head at the speed of sound
I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
I pray in heaven ain't no fuck niggas ain't allowed
A 100 thousand miles
the way like a bulldozer
100 band juug turn your life over
Working the 9 to 5 ain't no money
Work in the trap its like hundreds on hundreds
No homo got
count but Iʼm not counting
Hours count Im by dis fount0in
Waitin in the name of an Empty Heaven
I be waitin In the name of an Empty Heaven
In the name
rich to let these broke ass cops arrest me
Bookbag full of hundreds on me, please don't put your hands on me (no)
I don't play for the Hawks, but they
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix)
Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy)
head at the speed of sound
I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
I pray in heaven ain't no f*** n****s ain't allowed
A 100 thousand miles
Smoking tryna balance out the lows
100 thousand for the flows thumbing through it with the bros, heaven knows
Used to get donations for the clothes
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