Lyrics:
cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it- she in Barbie land (Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by
this real shit
I cosign myself because I live by the G-code
Turn to the BasedWorld
Ready for the new chapter
This like Twisted Metal
We ride around with
they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in
Niggas told me, all the rappers
do
Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence
You only been involved in domestic violence
Nigga, I chase Remis with Long Islands
Catch us
the beginning give off an electrical spark
I respect you if you respect me
Everything's for real, WTC
No fake ass shit, don't front the Remy
Break bread, never
do
Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence
You only been involved in domestic violence
Nigga, I chase Remis with Long Islands
Catch us
the fake and there's the real and you ain't foolin' me, nigga
Lotta money to be made out here, just who gonna get it?
In a class of my own, I don't see no
Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't
jumped in these streets and I earned my damn stripe
Nigga I don't rock Adidas
Hollowtips hop out that muffuckin' chopper
Shootin' shit up by my people
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Bloodstains
Ak's
Blades
Choppers
Which motherfucker wants to be shot first
Bloodstains
Ak's
Blades
Choppers
Which motherfucker wants to be shot
Yow ZoDon
Them boy nah no bad man
My team full up a real real bad man
Infrared yuh dig
When me call mi amigos
Me tell them bring down the chopper
Boy
burbs
Where your zone at?
Believe I push hella pounds
Where your town at
And bet I press the chopper
Right where your frown at
What your life like?
I'm a rich nigga like I don't know
I can change if I wanna, but I won't though
Let's do it right even when I'm on the wrong road
Real talk from
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
When I grip the Tec kiss the deck
I'll spray at you're way
Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy thats my
Kay Kay Kay
get rich
What you think I’ma get?
We got that pump in that chopper
We got the tech in that sweeper
We got that Ruger that Mac
I call it my bitch nigga
they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get high
Cross me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get fried
All the real niggas on this
You know I had to get fly, aye
Know I had to get
I pick you up from the same spot
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Aye, yeah nights starting to get windy sitting by
is nothin' to play with
9 to 5 money is just as sweet as the grave shift
El presidenté, Blowbama, blow by ya
Chopper next to me in every picture,
a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene
Mini chopper that draco catchin' me lackin' me
Randy
a banger
Never heard me with a real R&B singer
I never had that
But I'm not mad at them tunes
I've been through bitter cold
Decembers and brilliant Junes
I'm accustomed to getting fast dough
It takes that whole work by they asshole
Standing by the pool in a bath robe
Bullet in yo C's or your afro
rollin' on them flats?
Got two choppers by the pedal, Dese' in my waistline
Keep it movin', heard them pussy niggas tellin' through the grapevine
Dog
yo' fuckin' neck
Bitch, I got on Prada head to toe
I got them choppers by the floor
I got that wrong by the low
I got one block already gone
I
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