Lyrics:
and start sucking
When organize drop the track and start ducking
When Ludacris get in the bed then start fucking
You wanna be starting somethin
Get out
down and enjoy the moment
Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, axed him
Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast
His wife
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
ain't politicking
I just know there's purpose in the mission
More to life than how you live it
You just got to go and get it
Split decisions always made
on a phat blunt from see you-ba
I smoke more blunts than a little bit,
What are you an idiot?
The more I smoke,
The smaller my phillie get
I smoke
I’m just being Frank,
Sinatra with the lifestyle
Money in the bank
And I need more like right now
F*** what they say
Hater better pipe down
profit, gettin' rich
Used to it, so really you are not surprised as shit
I was raised different, live by a set of rules
I'm a boss, shit don't move, it
skill and brandish it
aim to live magnanimous, manhandle disadvantages
I’m blasphemous, didn’t get here by accident
effort was the catalyst, and now that
this massive place
And you get so many types of lifestyles and
Shit here you find all
These pockets take my friend
Who lives in Malibu
For example - I
Okay, I'm reloaded!
You motherfuckers, think you big time?
Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time!
Here come the "Pain"
Jigga (Jigga), Bigga
Okay, I'm reloaded!
You motherfuckers, think you big time?
Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time!
Here come the "Pain"
Jigga (Jigga), Bigga
miss it
Paper chase, I really live it
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
It's some cash on the floor, go get it
Send it, i'll complete the mission
Spin for
'cause bitch, I'm goin' to dem racks.
If you ain't talk 'bout what I'm talkin', I ain't callin' you back.
I'ont smoke, I'ont kick it; bitch, I only want
metro
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick da fliest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike git out ya backpack
Um in my
I-I-Iced out the crown and flooded the Frank Muller
(Chorus)
Yeah
You wanna take me out..well it ain't easy
Iss E.V.E hoe you can't see me
I
Franks that load and transact
I got a bad bitch with some natural knockers
Her ass gelatinous make you nauseous she ain’t go to no doctors
Sitting topless
on
While we just levitate with trees, get your branch on
I'm known to wile out, put the cams on
Jewels down, the sets dip, my gems got grams
I-I-Iced out the crown and flooded the Frank Muller
Yeah
You wanna take me out..well it ain't easy
Iss E.V.E hoe you can't see me
I
"Young Sinatra" "It's like this, man, niggas
Man niggas know not to fuck around
With this shit though
I don't give a fuck how
Nasty niggas get" "Nah
the bitch wouldn't listen
I'm on the floor like holy shit! Watchin my man Frank get busy
He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz
He let the pitbull out, big
on game so they could go and get racks
Let's take a trip to sixtopia
Know you got anxiety but no one here will notice us
So we could vibe out until our
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
to the fuckin' bank
Sinatra, money I've been Frank
Lemme get it I got it never feelin' divided homie on the real though
How you feel though, V's up, keep it
to Vine
Well, I was asking her to live on my farm
And she was telling me, "No, not today"
I was telling her to do no harm
And she was telling me she
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