Lyrics:
buy the city, tryna buy the city
Tryna buy the city, tryna buy the city
Stealth grade Corvette handler, carmine red
Caliber ping pong back and forth
a half an ounce
Ice clear I call it drip drip
From the cost you can take a trip trip
I
Came back to buy my hometown
Like
I agreed for y’all to hold it down
Over think my fate grasping a pastel jumper
Panic buy a flight home, prang though actually sober
Change my mind and fly back into Vegas
Buy more
HudMo Dope says "what's up?"
Go Dreamer's a (?), wish upon a star
I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars
This that spaceship, that space
How that sayin' goes
No more broad service, cars, and them TV shows
I all had that snatched from me
A and R's and their faculties all turn their back
lil' bum nigga
You walk around ya house in an
Old Versace robe wit' one slipper
Made an album called Split Personalities
Until I smack them all back into
How that sayin' goes
No more broad service, cars, and them TV shows
I all had that snatched from me
A and R's and their faculties all turn their back
you want
Shoot it through the air, and buy you what you want
I got plug money, gotta ship it back in Mexico
Slot money make you shoot yourself like
you want
Shoot it through the air, and buy you what you want
I got plug money, gotta ship it back in Mexico
Slot money make you shoot yourself like
Uh, uh, uh (Yeah), huh
(Uh) This is (Uh) an old school (Uh) Missy exclusive (Huh)
Look
I ain't on no ra-ra shit (Uh)
You don't wanna test how
your sanity
Buy a car
Buy a house
Start a family
Fuck your friends
Fuck your job
Fuck your sanity
Buy a car
Buy a house
Start a familyFuck your friends
back
And once you turn it on, you can't turn it off
But picture me complaining with all this
Money, clothes, fancy cars
Big old cribs, platinum
on the floor
Better get secure get my life insured
Buy a house and car that run
Better sell my bike, my leather coats
Those city auto parts and all my guns
swipe that give me back my CC
Trap house trap house
All this nigga wan buy buy
You can hop in, in my Bentley lets ride ride
Selling dope dodging
you want
Shoot it through the air, and buy you what you want
I got plug money, gotta ship it back in Mexico
Slot money make you shoot yourself like
American father and mother
Own one whole car and half another
And I bet that half a car is a
Trick to buy, don't you
But the thing that amazes me, I
the city of gods
We all evolve from the city of gods, stuffin odd just gimme the nod
Get doe, get low, live life, get nice, rock ice, buy cars, buy bikes
guy
Can you believe he actually thinks
That I am really alive
I will buy you a garden
Where your flowers can bloom
I will buy you a new car
Perfect
My old man's that old man,
Spent his life livin' off the land
Dirty hands, and a clean soul
It breaks his heart seein' foreign cars
Filled with fuel
ain't nothing
Bitch I'll go and buy a brand new car like it ain't nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain't nothing
Bitch I'll go and buy a bag for bad
talkin bout
This and that sayin' it
Ain't a hit can I get
Back what I started with
Want my, want my old shit, buy my, buy my old albums
Want my old
Just imagine
The money the cars and the clothes
The hoes in the back that gon throw up for sure
The music that's blastin' everywhere that i go
People
it's taking shits
It got the stands in the front like a rocket ship
I bought a showroom car, Barret Jackson shit
You gon' have to bring the bank to buy
a block party nigga, you serve the blocks nigga
Or you ain't comin nigga, geah, Atlanta
It's my party, buy a dub if you want to
Thirty if you want to,
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