Lyrics:
effortless
Make up light, we with my pastel Louis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some bub,
Daddy I
with my pastel luis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need
up fly and ooh-wee with my pastel Louis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Pucci
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some bub
Daddy
Bear witness watch me get it in
Like underage club attendants
The roof go back like it's vintage
The young boy's back to burn your village
The fire
the summer
[chours]
I hit the club with a mug so mean
got them niggas like who the fuck is that?
then I hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who
in ya ho
Make 'em shut down the club, we threw a brick at the door (say what?)
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam
Slick like Fonzarelli
in ya ho
Make 'em shut down the club, we threw a brick at the door (say what?)
Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam
Slick like Fonzarelli
No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For
motherfuckin veterans rookies!
(tear the club up nigga! -> 2x)
With some motherfuckin hands on flats
(tear the club up nigga!)
Stop playin wit me
(tear
new, you Heard me
If it's vintage it's new, Real nigga shit, you heard me
Uh, catch me in Soho getting stupid flies
Or catch me uptown getting super fly,
No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For
is doing every thing
he can...) Forget about the car horn, let?s just win this thing!
Champion: Hahah, you?re right.
Donald: What wonderful veteran
be rich man that ain’t even optional
Pull up to the club you know we be wilding
I know how to dress uh I don’t need a stylist
Rent a car in Cali gotta
I put it on the minors
Love after the club
Meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boyz
We got ten cars behind us
Order a steak and glass
you mean dawg?
Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you
Somethin' been wrong with you
You been a bit whistle off
Tempo ever since you
Popped out
Oh no, we don't play with silly girls
All I know is the material girls
Give me the money, the cars, the case loads
The mon-mon-money, the Yen
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now Judge Judy
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo???)
Come on now Judge Judy
Yea yeah
Yeah
Alright
Yeah keep it simple
Yeah
I have thing for vintage cars and vintage women
She has thing vintage fashion and young lavish living
never be Nic
Niggas be fallin' in love with this pussy
Mean stew chicken, and bake him a couple of cookies
Dick on veteran, ain't fuckin' with rookies
Then I put it on the minors
Love after the club
Meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boyz
We got ten cars behind us
Order a steak
American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in their hand
This is Mafia, veterans'll plan
Word to the tape on the brick, this is raw
I'm in the 4x4, 8 plus
competition is in the selfie olympics
Coming back with a vengeance in LV vintage
Anybody got a problem with me winning his shit shall be offended
Prhyme,
in the selfie olympics
Coming back with a vengeance in LV vintage
Anybody got a problem with me winning his shit shall be offended
Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm
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