Lyrics:
get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, or beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend
When it costly, you better call in
your eyes
You're lucky guy
You're just beginning so have your inning
And let your troubles boom by
No one can deny you're a lucky guy
Hey
'm an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
Cream man (Cream)
I'm sellin' ice cream i'm sellin' ice cream
Mr ice Cream man (Ice)
Mr ice Cream man (Cream)
Mr ice Cream man (Ice)
Mr ice Cream man
scared to
Get-get-get no get no money
I ain't never been scared to
G-g-get no get no money
I ain't never been scared to
Get-get-get no get no money
I ain't
Standing by the roadside
Old newspaper in my hand
Reading yesterday's headlines
Nothing new, I said it's all the same
Everywhere
I'm the fool
of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get pimp slapped)
Money, I get it,
Better listen, like I always do the intuition
Never missin', 'less I'm on tour
Then the family, I miss 'em
Come and get some money (money, money, come
High post, plain coast with a bunch thug niggas, drug dealers
Project fools, C-Murder past them tools
Shit I'm bout to make these motherfuckers get up
rocked jewelry they rock then that would be embarassin' (huh?)
Lames get a lil' bit of money, don't know how to handle it (lame)
I don't need help with
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
get to smash
This fuck's for you
I can barely drive the G5 down King Drive
Cause like a Brinks truck
They know there's money inside
I'ma take a little
the lobby
It's the penthouse, big couch, get digged out
You bring your lil' male friends, I get kicked out
[Chorus]
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
by myself
On my own, my Vlone, my Vlone
Did it on my one, Vlone, Vlone
(By my own fuckin' self)
Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone, Lil'
Vlone, Lil' Vlone, lil
got a different girl everyday of the week
I get it popping everyday I got a new chick
Booty Suzie going right with the white six
Lil Keshia love role
dance
See we go out with a bang (bang bang)
I'm trying to work this cold thang
And take this whole thang
I get the money everywhere that I go
I
, fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
right by my side, you helped me grow up
Now I need you just like before
How can I pick myself up?
(Wow wow wow)
(Hello again, Mr.Heartache)
(Wow
to shame
And I've seen enough to know
That I've seen too much
So Mr. when you're rattling
On heaven's gate
Let me tell you Mr.
By then it is too
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
I’m Mr Wrong not the right one for you boo
And she’s Mrs Wrong not the right one for me too
I finesse her after I hit
I finesse her yoo
Mr Wrong
Mr
shit get with me
hah so if for any reason you forget, forfeit
and call me mr. I'll take your chick
haha, nah, call me mr. upgrade or mr. front page
call
the docks
Racks in the shoe box couple AK's
Got a few Glocks
Money make her pussy wet
She say that shit I smoke
Is off the fighter jet
That lil bitch get
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