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flashin' on my wrist like it's sponsored by Kodak
My feed got em Thursday like a motherfuckin Throwback
Bitches all in a panic, they better pop em a Prozac

I'm in that
It's him, Not a dream
I just do my own thing, I don't go by the book
I'm in that army grade Rezvani truck
Niggas they envy yea I got them

I like to ride
I like to slide
I like getting high
I like to hunt with my gun
Nothing getting by
I like to move with the groove
I like getting fly
I

Ya that's it

Side by sides and up all night
It's all hometown light till you're dizzy
Big bonfires and old truck tires
Ya this ain't like your city

see me in that Range truck
Moving wrong, nigga better switch yo lane up
Better watch your body, and play 'em close
Money do whatever, them the ones you

there, oh by any means
Moving with a strap because I know they envy me
Like huh, my swag is too mean
Clearing the path, I don't got enemies
They could

Ghetto Commandments

T-Pain

Freaknik: The Musical Soundtrack

2010

to leave a crack of a crack of a butt (yeah)
Make her lay down in a back of a back of a truck (truck)
And when she come up like a squirrel,
She just

With my nigga ScHoolboy cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar
Can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we

gassed up this is something you can’t pass up
I don’t lack it’s a fact that I’m pro so back up or get crunched like being hit by a Mac truck

Hook

So ya

Truck
I can not run when I'm feeling tough
And you got to stay just to help me up
I'm on the stage 'bout to throw up
My homie got the crowd going nuts
I

Let's go

Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance
I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex
And I'ma die by that
I'ma die 'bout my respect
Too high I

Look away, look away, blinded by these haters, put on my shades
Fade away, fade away, like I'm Kawahi winning games
Shoot away, shoot away, hit em

The lines on the road just looked like dots

Took a corner, side swiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clicking the guard rail post

of this ego
But imma still get it
No matter the way that you view it
I'm through with imagining the worst for myself like you do
I'm moving to build up

it up
And these days never slow enough
Ay bitch I woke up
I've been pulling all these strings like it's a tow truck
Gettin' to the bag
It's not my job

Been About Money

Birdman

Pricele$$ [Deluxe Edition]

2009

Hundred on the stack 
Rubbers on the band 
Van full of kush 
Guns in the lamb 
Dumpin' moving fast 
Mo money then I seen 
Louie was the tag,

YEAH MY TRUCK IS COVERED IN RUST BUT IT GETS ME WHERE I NEED TO GO
AND MY POPS YEAH HE'S STILL WORKING BUT HE'S MOVING KINDA SLOW
THE DAY WILL COME

really sure what she said
But her eyes went dark, her face turned red
The bit I heard was "what ya have to say?"
Cause it was two dollar wells at the truck

I been feeling fine
Yeah brodie on that block he spilling red wine
It's like too way much in my head but I can't rewind
This pain been going in my

then you last
I need some privacy honesty truth hoe don't lie to me
Whole crew is eating not back they beside of me
Silently moving like ninjas we

a cell by myself
Man you couldn't imagine it
They fed me some shit I wouldn't feed to my dog
Man that shit was the nastiest
Can you imagine me losing

on a nigga just like I'm in kappa
Whole lotta macs you think I then made Apple
? in the city killed by the capital

Hey shoot baby not doing that shit
?, you

white socks
In the black coupe, in the red suit
Santa clause no chutes
But this pursuit of love is abundant
And I'm on like cheesesteak with fried onions

hateful, bitch I'm like a zombie[00:59.41]Yeah[01:00.99]Yeah[01:02.76]Yeah[01:05.09]Yeah[01:06.59]Like the Walking Dead, I'm moving like