Lyrics:
honest
Put that on my Mama and my baby boo, too
(Twenty million walkin' out
The court building, woo woo)
Aahh, aahh, aahh!
I place blame on you still
up came up from the concrete
Been ten years I couldn't miss her less
Day I lost my grandma the day I left vegas
Twenty years or twenty million don't
crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my
stars
By far the prettiest Misses
I pull up in the prettiest sixes
So by the time you get the six bitch, I have the seven
By the time you get
1-0-1-7 (poppin')
BigWalkDog
BigWalkDog
Big 1-0-1-7 (ayy)
Hey
Hey, hey, hey
When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before twenty one out here
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets
In the dresser, she not asking
you to examine the rhyme merchant
Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk
On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
Eight Diagram sword
age
Seen all my n***** front page
Taking this shit day by day
Reminiscing all my n***** looking at all they pictures (pictures)
Gone kill all they
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
I was hoping I'm not too awkward at the pier to catch your eye and keep composure
Slid up right beside ya, going nice to get to know ya
7 at night,
show ya boy rollin'
I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring
Holding my coast by myself never folding
Throwing the SQAD 7 up lettin' em know
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
(we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump
to the neighborhood NIP
Ufz brought to u by zieed with Neftali on the beats
Unfiltered Vitamin_Z 7 syllables
Like Notorious BIG
Hablame
Nefta gave the track that name
trace
Your girl starin' in my face at seven thousand feet
Turbo, jets in the cockpit
You flock with weak kids on the block with
For protection,
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
movies by Will
(What up Will?) seven movies by twenty mil'
And you still ten short from what
I did with one deal (DAMN)
Don't compare me to nobody
I'd
Hopped out in some brand new Jordan's
Nigga I'm scoring
The work jumping like Jordan
Gotta make a fortune
Hell cat scorching
That's over seven
of Kentucky and best of all
He was a sixty year old man
She let him think he'd caught her
She led him to the alter
Totin' seven carats on her hand
All dressed
mathematics
Twenty million on thirty, not far from Cali'
Put her in Prada, I'm up in Valley
Let's do it, tote gun smoke, blow static, uh (brrt)
Fuck up
cars, and the prettiest stars
By far the prettiest Misses
I pull up in the prettiest sixes
So by the time you get the six b****, I have the seven
Twenty million dollar crib motherfucker
I could buy that
You can see me in a fly 'lac
Maserati's, Lamborghini's or a
Mutherfuckin' Maybach
Lay back making
in a safe
Mama called on my birthday like "Hallelujah! Twenty-eight, you made it out of twenty-seven safe"
Live each day like it's your last (like
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