Lyrics:
we havin' that
I've got lawyers that could prove that the Earth's still flat
Fools want to stress me, but I can raise the mackin' out
Got the Lex
if I could recall
So couple months I got her moving in
That show money got me out of town
It got her trippin' when I'm not around
She was movin,
pull out a rose and it dies by my touch
Cuz my heart is as cold as the ice that I bus
Bussing no ice I ain't made it that far
They look at me down they
is saying Louis V if you’re all in
So you can have whatever, I know I’ll treat you better
This life is yours and everything that you would want from me
on my neck gon' give me a hernia, it's too large
Nfl contract in my garage
Bitch got that hellcat, I got a Dodge
Switch like a vibrator, it's makin'
coupe is your stroller
Tell 'em this Louis Vuitton scarf is your bib
Or that you call me daddy and my house is your crib
And if he cries, I know how
money.
[Verse 2:]
See niggas shut down,
My money keeps comin.
You niggas take breaks,
My team keeps runnin.
They bring me back bags,
Louis vitton
Tears fall to the ground
You just let them drown
You're feeling kinda down
Cry baby, cry baby
Stop tryna judge me with that diploma
That your mommy bought
plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufaula
Caught
plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufaula
Caught
Where niggas die
You never roll up all alone
Better keep it by yo side
Don't let it go
She told me that I'm her
Baby daddy
Damn she crazy catch me
Imma
saying stop, yeah I'm stuck
Pour that drink up in my cup, in my cup
Bad lil vibe, wanna fuck, wanna fuck
She wanna waste time by the seaside
We can make
belt, Dior kicks yeah I bought
They counted me out, they didn't have no faith
I had to go show em, the racks in the bank
Yeah I'm crossin em up, give
told me she fell in love with my persona
I feel like Mary, don't want no more drama
I can't get in tune with that trash
I had to Louis my bags, you
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
Damn Gucci Mane, you so unruly
If I'm standing in ya way, then pussy nigga
Come move me 10-17, yeah that's my movement
Got 10 young killers on the back
him on that ice
Lay the boy on chill
They begging that they want it
I'm a give it for real
And all it took was a quick fast
Reach for my hip
Letting it
I wanna kick back and blaze this B
Set my spirit free
Too many people talkin jazz at me
I let it pass right through the dome
Dude I'm in a zone
I am
a fresh pair of Mauri's
If he rockin' 'em right, then I might let him call me (yo)
He put the Prada bag, wit' the Prada heels with it
The Louis duffle
(Dog)
All you niggas net like strap
Spend a half a mille on Louis by mistake
I'm so rich that I can't pronounce steak
(Uh)
I pave the way for these young
You know that we blessed we not lucky
The winter soldier call me Bucky
It's back boys like puffy
The back end in the duffy
She sayin' she love me
Octane
Master Sky Dweller flying over seas
Money power Cookies Sour
Time is money if I give you an hour
Feel blessed by a Trap God West Coast Gook Mobb
One job
To give cat a fix, grand barry six
I gave it to my bitch, but that's how it goes
When a playa rich,
On the mound I pitch
Call me mr. quick
In a fast
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