Lyrics:
used to live in Dallas but he's not Dirk (Texas)
Strip club in the traphouse had a uncle used to make the pot twerk (twerk)
The biggest niggas always
George Bush did
Lv gators on, 20 G footprints
Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly
I was in the drop top when I dropped by
You know it was a 2014
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
Swing on 'em from the back nine: Birdie Wing
Rainbow bullets rainin' down, you can't tell me anything
Catch with me a club, then I catch you with
This ain't another club song
Or love song that why'all can fuck on
So get the fuck on
A nigga rich can't believe the bullshit that I'm stuck on
Sneak attack
Whole team getting racks
If I speak about money
Then it's all facts
Fall off in the club
Watch em all flock fast
Call this hoe a scene
smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get
the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
Umm vvvmg music
All my girls sabi party
But them sabi
Beggi money
Any rich boy them see
Them go cally honey
This one done tire me
This one done pass
Fliperaci, the number one fly boy
I done took y'all to the club, I done took y'all to the streets
Fin to make you think, pay attention let's go
When we
, Fliperacci, the number one fly boy
I done took y'all to the club, I done took y'all to the streets
For to make you think, pay attention, let's go
Hey, when we
Treat every club like it's Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fix up her stomach
By the time
of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?"
Thug nigga till the end, tell a friend bitch
Won't change for no paper plus I been rich
Eighty-eight been
to nobody but them boys shot him"
Brandish iron, outlandish buyin
Bentley Coupes, not braggin just simply the truth
We all from the ghetto, only difference,
Fuck by the pool Aye
Dark skin the new light skin fool
Got niggas and white boys
That shoot up the room Aye
Dark skin the new light skin fool
See I'm
Throwing six like Kareem
Bitch I'm ballin out the league
Man I gotta feed the team
Getting rich by any means
Fuck a rat
Chase the cheese
Smoke some
and don't believe it be a pagan
I'll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan, bitch
This that we shit hot shit, piss off custodians
Get rich
behind
In the club until 9
Only roll with my slimes
Wanna go back in time
Tell him boy change your mind
Ask her baby stop cryin'
Tell her everything 'll be
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
Oh my God
Youngest in the club with seven bottles
Sipping on oh my God I cannot walk
Boy talk is cheap that’s why you talk too much
Holy shit think
when they get older
In the club, tag teaming bottles, being dick holders
It's lonely at the top, but you won't know 'cause you ain't built for it
My
glowin', if you know, you know it
Can't compete with them lil' boys
Rich for real, I just don't show it
'Round the way, they know it's me whenever they
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
(Boy, you a dick sucker)
Heavy checks, still trappin', call it rich hustlin'
I don't know if niggas gay or what 'cause y'all be dick suckin' (Nigga)
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