Lyrics:
on my wrist yeah that's a AP
I could give a fuck if you do not fuck with me
I just took my bih shopping and we splash at louis v
Walkin round the city VVS
and ends meet
I know my God isn't against me
Won't shoulder the burden that I couldn't lift
So I'ma ride for this like 92 banging 2Pacalypse
I'm a Young
You know it will
Just keep your cool
And drown
I'm going to find you naked in position by the sea
You'll never going to find me
Peace and love, I.B
I'm
wanna run the fade
P.S.
I don't do no bs
Kissed a bad chick during recess
She wanna have s-e-x
I told the ho no she proceeded to give me head
Down by
I'll be good by myself I don't give a damn
I been grinding through every predicament
Niggas switching on me and it's Interesting
Then they come around
of the world and all the shit that I could get
Money made me happy I don't know what you'd expect
I be hardly working but I still get a check
I'm like Malcolm in
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
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
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
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
this beat and it go crazy, so you know I had to slide
Girl came to my spot and we chillin
Watchin' Hulu
Man you worry bout me
But I don't give a fuck
protected, by the PEEIMPS
(And who else, who-who else are they protectin?)
The PLAYERS (and and and somebody else right?)
And the hustlers (the hustlers that's
uh, yuh
Corby want some Giovani, that's that Loui and that Gucci
Yeah Givenchy, I want the Givenchy
Paint a picture of your bitcha like Da Vinci
Let me
yet you gon have to do me
Everything but headtaps
I don't respect your shooter
I got the road a couple times
Not my jacket Louis
Damn I mean my jacket
spin it right around
You give me motion sickness (yuh)
Yeah Lotta Money in my bank account got my motion sick in this sh-
When I look in your place,
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,
me I'm Ballin hard 2k
Mixing margela with Louis V
She give me top tupe
See all this money not new to me
Im in her mouth toothpaste
Hit my lil dance
All black
Louis bag full of racks
Socks full of crack
See a nigga run, flashback
Give me gun I'm crackerjack
(I'm crackerjack, yeah)
I got racks on my
fast
Look at that choppa I hit real fast, mmh
I don't give a fuck about Gucci or designer or Louis or Prada, that shit
I don't get down by a bad little
on that 'Drive 'cause I know I don't save none
Don't call my phone I don't answer
I'm too busy with strippers and dancers
She gon' give me bald head like
ain't gone
David rough the nigga
Click! That's my swag getting turned on
Shorty see me in the Lamb, now she turned on
More loop, the king of the ave
I
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