No Money Down
Jus got in town Trying to get around Need chick I met She tryna get down Ain't got no ride Uncle Sam held me down South Tacoma Ave Crown vic broke down Emoji face frown Aint got no clout Four ring audi Coupe electric Jus came home From 45 days Time to splurge On a tesla No money down No money down New man in town No money down Bring your bitch around No money down Knock her ass down Rotated k to garrison Jus got released Get me a haircut And some memos told to eat On my way to get fly My crown vic died I'm on pacific Ave lookin shitty It over heat the alternator blew It sound like In the engine That's when I seen a this sign That said no money down You already knew Grinning Traded the whip I decided The coupe of the color Was backwoodt brown Walked up ready to do business Ttyna get back on the road The dealer starred offering extras No money down I was sold My car broke down it was my worst dream It pushed my bottom bitch to split the team Now I'm riding around in a space machine Eating up the road Serving me champagne showing off teslas This whip seat massuze Ergonomic Racecar Fog lights for the rain Sunny days in Seattle Cash out Buy your bitch She thinks she special My credit good In paying cash Cooler Grey poupon mustard Bitch in the rear view She ain't that believe my proof Tried me like I'm busted Green leather Wood grain Digital dash Grand model Busting out hundreds Switch the inside Make it all custom New bitch give me head She up in the cockpit Blue falcons tripping Sideline cock blockin Assigned him extra duty I'm first sergeant She bilingual She distinguished She's bad She foreign She bossy Drop the tape New shoebox dates Class of 2019 Finna be awesome He suggested that continental It's expensive but uncle Sam supply my cash Now I'm back in the road Headed to town Got me a new hoe She asain and brown Massuze All up in theseats Cleanest whip in the troop The whole squadron can see On a DONSA hit the club Pulling up Four cars deep Aston manor What's the buzz Fox fur on the seats My main bitch Hold my pistol She recruit new bitches I am into To come join the team In tia Lois bitches give me hugs Jus got home we fly as can be In vip toastin with the ball players All the bitches like who is he Tore my rotator cuff Running up bucks Think it's sweet Come on try your luck F*ck your bitch in her butt Passed her my bro Ranger gon score Return a punt Nigga control your hoe My car broke down it was my worst dream It pushed my bottom bitch to split the team Now I'm riding around in a space machine Eating up the road My old bitch seen my new thing She big mad She somewhere steaming She ain't that hold it down Credit score omg I don't want her no more
Written by: Jonathan Williams
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