Lyrics:
shoot out the lights
Too Hot to sleep!!
Come take me higher,
Caught up in the heat
Of the moments fire.
Still burning in the after-glow,
Sun
'til Khaleesi's dragon's big enough to take control
Rich as Vince MacMahon, your bitch look like Triple H
Keep that pussy on lock, put it in a safe
in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash
Lawyer want cash, my ba'y bro blast burners at cats who got jail
They
To the status of an Al Capone
Mr big 6 in the game of bones
But you know what they say what
Goes up must come down
So just peep what I speak as
You focus
couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be rich as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the shit
Big bank on my finger
was holdin' up a big blick
Hit him in his head four times, now his shit split
And Tone can't tell on no dead nigga
Hit trial and got five-hundred
big truck
Headed down a dirt road
My love is scrunching up its features
The really big eyes, big lips, big nose
Just show me a moment that is mine
Its
can't even hold palm in their hands
Pull up in that bassline snatch you up with these hits
Tie you up with my lyrics
Now you're abducted by this shit
pullin' up in a Bent', knowin' my money straight (skrrt)
They lookin' all through the tint, imagine what's in the safe (haha)
I blew my new bitch a kiss,
were green, to the taste, to the touch
From that very first kiss, it was like we were born for that moment
Caught up in the perfect storm
It came in
Newports cause I'm due in court
For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat
(Karltin)
(Cook this up)
God as my witness, I just caught a bond
I should probably wear a vest for all the stress I'm under
But shawty never
picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
From all
soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb
That's my soul
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
and take your mark
To squeeze under the door
Caught some big ones
Reeled em in
And hung em out to dry
From little fish to bigger things
A welcome
Ever since she tripped (uh), I went on one (on one)
Stepped in the club, caught me a home run
Baby was bad and all, she said, "Gimme a call"
I wanted
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the cabin
'Cause Cease ain't the one for
This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven
I'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up
Stackin' my dividends
Straight out that
stay woke
Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke
Try me, .40 make you back up off me like Dej Loaf and Big Sean
Get triggered
open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tourin'
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferrari's with navigational screens
Guide us
In the fights they had he'd cover up his ears
Thought big boys don't cry, fight back all the tears
Mamma'd use her makeup to hide the bruises
that now I can't get that back
¿Cómo eres? Subale
Come on in I'm super paid
Song for song I'm due by day
Just got off now I'm suitless
Watch how
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