Lyrics:
Chanel on her feet is the dress code
Skrt off the block when it rain on em
Blood money with the stains on it
I got the wop from Diego
Block is hot i am lil
since I seen lil Wayne on the tv screen
I was the Duffle bag boy Gettin to the green
Pickin up and droppin off
Ain't no in between
Now I'm big dog status
Dress for the store, throw some Balmain jeans in like
Man this cup got me leaning
Ooters on ooters getting rolled, I'm greening
She call me MJ when she
Desmond Bang
Yeah, my niggas dressed in all black like that nigga Bruce Wayne
And I ain't never swervin' left, so bitch, stay up in your lane
Nigga yous ah
Money, drugs and power real nigga starter pack uhuh
I just left the dealership, the whip done gave me a heart attack uhuh
I'm in an all black fit
got more money than me
He must be in punk
Brand new forgies on the whip it like I'm driving drunk
She want a pill gave her a tesla
Just like Elon Musk
a second, uh yeah
Aye, listen, Cole talk that college talk
Wayne talks gangs
Jay be talkin' money, man
And 'Ye talk fame
And people say I talk about
The same
Ford frames thumbin' big bank
Back back never place it safe (uhh)
Money I be ruling, neighbor robbing hooding
Winning never losing, Nike watch me do it
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
City!
[Chorus]
This fire is outta control
Where gonna burn this city burn this city (burn this city) [x4]
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, stop
Gucci meek Milly
From ATL to Philly, nigga
Real recognize real yeah, we hood rich bitch
Trap God, turn us up
I'm a money getting nigga
At least,
Every single day
is another dollar Hey, it's a chase
to get that money Know what they say
More money, more problems Rack racing to the bank
Me
a nigga named Saadeldeen
Ain't worried bout the bitch cause every time she hear me spit
She always telling me I gotta be like top 2
And I asked lil Wayne
this lil bank fool
Save your money lil nigga it's gone save you
Yeah, aye you cant tell me what I can't do
We been winning for so long it's like we can't
the rice in
I was in the chair, I was gluin' my weave in
When you hit the stage, they was booin' and leavin'
Young Money, red flag, no more auditions
Ask
Simply gettin' the money
Its not a option
Im always makin' deposits
That lil' bih there is a foxy
And that hoe naughty
Told me that she fuck with
bands
Money counter beep, then Imma thumb it til my hands jam
Boss life ain't no way you niggas beating me
I feel like Lil Wayne, I move in silence
strung out like a fiend
got them hoes sick put em back in quarantine lil bitch
I'm a money makin' bitch
you hoes for weak niggas
if u ain't gotta bag
you
overspeed by like 20, my engine sound like a plane
I'm in a race for the money, you haters not in my lane
I need a knot in my pocket so big it's hard
DVD's steady diamonds
Got these big ballers grindin'
You know lil mama don't play
Nigga let the G's loose
I'm bout that bank playboy
Let them be 's
came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it's, be-M, J-are, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm
Bowl)
Flexin' with that lil' pole, I hope that shit, there hittin there(They too bold)
All love for lil' bro, lick the paper and put a hundred in there
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