Lyrics:
Yeah, welcome to the show
I hope you like us and if you don't, fuck you
Black rasta band, fitted caps, no dreads
Look in to the crowd, I see
love
No matter what you do money
Stack your guns and ones
Is you with me?
Well throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers
Fuck it even
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
(Is it worth it?)
Started out with no hoes, I was bummy (I was bummy)
Yea, now I gotta couple bitches on me (Bitches on me)
Dirty bitch, I don't wanna
ugly the paramedics say OH MAN
There go techa nina wit no life but more fans
Like in hell or Im in heaven
just fell in from nine eleven
propellin from
the Lex, they know (they know)
They know, quarter past four
Left the club tipsy, say no mo' (say no mo)
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow (tomorrow)
miskina,
Lookin like they wanna get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo biggest fans,
Do what you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Erykah
a money fan
And I ball just like Bledsoe
I like fuckin' bitches who like
Bitches who like money south 6 Jumanji
Yellow diamonds like a bumblebee
RiFF RAFF
I'm getting fly today
And you ain't gotta even sell them they just fly away
Cut that motherfucker off, no ceiling fan
When you catch me in the coupe,
Clock radio wakes me up from my dreams
This bathroom floor's feeling cold on my feet
But I keep the rhythm by brushing my teeth to the radio
I was a jit
I came up quick they thinks it’s fake my fans know I’m legit
No I won’t ever quit
No I won’t ever fold
I live life by a code
Forever stand
'm hotter than acid and don't even practice
Game, guess I got it at birth from my momma
Ill na na, real drama, see I
Ball, till I can't or I'm covered by
em a piece
Tell me I'm good
Do I have potential
Positive feedback that's essential
No A&R just me and a pencil
Narcissist, so give me attention
Humble,
I got a Glocky right by my side and I'm gonna shoot shit up
I got them racks now I'm stacking them up I got some fan streams going up and up
Pouring
you've gotta be your own biggest fan
Sing along when there's no music playing
Hold a sign in the front row of your one man show
Like you would for your
Dog shit in my pocket nigga I keep stacking it up
You ain't never touch no pape ain't seen no 10
Yo ass a fan of us
Paid 2 racks for this bag to put
on the rise, cash come in bundles
[Verse 2]
Self-made boss, lit like a nightstick
Sold my soul to the hustle, no quick fix
DMs poppin', everybody want a trick
truck
And I'm full of American pride
I keep a Bible on my table
I got a flag out on my lawn
And I don't believe in mindin'
No one's business but my
water, make it lock
I went poor to make it out
I stayed by the governor house
I done found another route
Like her, she don't run her mouth
Plastic,
'm only bleedin' every grain in me
Fans, if it's not for you, there'd be no PE
From the Nashville Skyline
To the homeboys and girls of South Country
In this
the diamonds put in by my dentist (my dentist)
I'ma shine when I'm skinnin' and grinnin' (shine)
Ice my watch, I'm not wastin' my time (my time)
Gunna
a nigga, I don't know you, you a fan
You ain't got no motion nigga, I don't hear a thing you sayin
Damn
Get a nigga touched and we ain't using hands
Know
again
Playing for keeps I could teach how to scam
His baby momma fye and it's quick like sand
Hit her three times I ain't cuffing no fan
I ain't fearing
Quick one for the fans, quick one
Hello to haters
You’re the reason how I know I’m greater
I’d naturally say something hurtful
But I’m did my word
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