Lyrics:
a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "Aight, now money!"
Sauers I would go there, hip-hop clubs
the drop
Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it
'Less there's TV's in it
I can tell by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat
Old Santa may drop by this year to help me light my tree
'Cause he knows that I'm still blue
I know he'd like to help me dear and bring you back to me
(This a Plies check-in, bro)
I was blind when they crossed me (Know this shit took cash to drop)
I been used by niggas, I been used by bitches
One
and white diamonds like Kansas
She poked the top, I backed up on her
We fell in love on the corner
You the plug, I'm the outlet socket
Drop top it, 8
one
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it death
'Cause it makes me choke and lose my breath
My
I'm authentic with this shit
Told my mama that I'm rich
Put them VVS on her wrist
Told her when I drop this that I promise I won't miss
I been working
'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the west coast, all my bitches
Flocks of bitches by the dozens
From sisters to cousins
Got 'em
'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the west coast, all my bitches
Flocks of bitches by the dozens
From sisters to cousins
Got 'em
Wa! mafo mowa enchanté
I'm naughty by nature Hip Hop Hurray
Hey! now they can say whatever they like
You're the apple of my eye, so I tune (iTunes) my
can tell young boss out of Control
Knowing that I'm oh so cold dripping wet with ten clear coats
Drop the top then I hit the block with the trunk popped
I’ve already tried
I’ll run away but the damage is done
My heart is frozen but warmed by the sun
My heart is black but my money is blue
Put on a smile
in (Okay)
Yeah we going hard opposition be panicking (Yeah they panic)
I made lil shawty drop it to the floor when she riding I swear I'm not managing
Next time I drop a song about you, you better not get offended
Yeah I'm blessed (blessings, hahaha)
Try to count them one by one but I'm stressed (man
as ghetto as me
I got escorted by fucking police
I hope that god have some mercy on me
What in the fuck is gon happen to me
Everyone been talking like they
Yes, hello. I was wondering if you could play that song again
Hmm, which one, man
The one that goes
Sittin' by the tennis courts on the bleachers
I
problems, now I'm finna' get rich
This is the land of the have-nots, gettin' harrassed by them damn cops
Wrong color on the wrong street, nigga that'll get
Come home to a lonely night
I know You say walk by faith
And not by my sight
But it's hard when I can't see You by my side
I cannot see I've been blinded
it with a pound
This a dope ass sound, and I'm not playin' round
But I play on downs, 4 downs
You ain't gotta hold me down, do it by myself
You ain't
ecstasy the only reason why my heart beatin'
I need you by my side, it's very therapeutic
And I'm goin' to the moon, I'm the man, man
I'm fresher than
, I'm a Martian
Drop flames on the beat like it's arsene
Got a Benz , I don't care bout my parking
Make plays for the team like I'm Carson
Don't point
that aim
So I shoot and it drains, yeah I just made it rain and I don't feel no pain
Ya, go and get my wallet, I'll take out a hundred
I get cash by
boxers
I use to stay right there by the Shoppers
Play with the gang and you dyin', no charger
I gotta go hard in the paint like i'm Waka
I gotta go hard
That was my dream coming up from the bottom
Now I just want money, fuck the hoes I got 'em
I don't even want 'em y'all can take 'em I'll drop them
I got
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