Lyrics:
hear me (tip, tip, tip, tip)
And all my diamonds VVS she bust it open in the Phantom
Man got the habit, money poking out the bag
I might hop out
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
a bag full of money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor
Big bag of rubber bands by the night stand
In the wee
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand
huh)
Gang bangin', you got opps beefin' through computers (you can tell, huh)
Every man addiction, buy it by the pints
See your face when I be in it,
Plottin' on hoes I ain't had
Percs in my pocket from laundromat
My bitch get a bag from her old man
Don't judge no one
Don't pull up if you ain't fuckin'
the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the acres
Look like I robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, Fat Bwoy say "wahgwan?"
I just hit 'em like
backhand is horse
Simple slim, man I'm large
Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred
my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
[Chorus x2]
You throw Rose by the case [?]
Three hundred dollar jewellery [?] we [?] by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It's
story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (yeah, yeah)
FBG, YSL, what's hannenin'? (What's hannenin'?)
Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what's
Diablo
A hundred, a hundred (a hundred)
Luciano
These niggas don't keep it a hundred
Ridin' 'round in that Kompresser with my lil' bro Good
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Switch the weather when I want, we at the other, other spot
Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another
fuckin tricks"
Stricktly when I'm killin them
Man, I be drillin that
Bag on the floor, legs where the ceeling at
When I'm in my room, you betta knock
You
I'll hit at least one (okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Got 'em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up (okay)
Police in my city, man, I keep they
solve em by dropping 100 stack
I want 99 hundred racks
you can’t flaunt only taunt what you want without that money bag
99 hundreds racks,
Ain’t enough
antisocial
No I don't fuck with money
Nerd bag nigga chains
Man and I ain't really friendly
Niggas indirect so when I catch
'em I'ma fuckin' bend 'em
Upped
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
I show you how to do this youngin
How you want it my sneaks is nine hundred
These ain't Gucci baby these is the Louis
In the kitchen with the white
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