Lyrics:
Got me
Holdin' all that money
I keep
Rollin' in that money
Rollin on the high stakes
Never even considered stepin on my breaks
When I got big money
Problem is you ain't puttin' it down
I'm a king and I'm wearin' that crown
Big shoes but you really a clown
Friends holdin' me up
Same way they holdin' me
I'll send 'em back (yo, look)
(Live by it you die by it)
I get the drop on a nigga, it come from the hoes first
We follow the load first, that's
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
We got it all from Heron to Fishscale
New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
Going around the globe,
girls tryna make a movie where the cam at already
My daddy told me judge a man by how he stand, how he step and shit
And it was crazy man, see my
out in Milan
I said to my nigga, "let's kill her
We got big shit to lose"
Beside livin' like Carlos Slim
I hold the Uzi
Looked at me, "yeah?" sinister
from the trailer feens stole your jewels
and Big Stretch punched him out his shoes
Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin
That's when every
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
goes down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a f**k
down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a fuck
On video to six foot shorty too my nigga
and yeah we headed up town nigga
blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga
and yeah ridin big is my crown
made, yeah, we playin' made
Makin' big plays on my way to the big stage
I'm from the South Valley, home's where it ain't no simpin
You know me, G-Reach,
way
I'ma shoot em at the red lights Switchin' blocks and shootin' switches
If you snitchin' you get stitches Holdin' glocks with big extensions
Shoot
was laid
Now we moanin' and groanin' screamin' and hollin'
All them super top notches, yeah, you'll see who they followin'
Big Dog will make you open
chattin'
Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?
Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish
Look, shoot like Curry, holdin
with holdin I got
You rollin contollin the masses
And once I'm finished patrollin them
Golden lyrics is blastin
By a nigga that insisted on givin it
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
and forth, we ain't doin' no walkin'
I stand on my words, I ain't doin' no barkin'
Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
Then I'ma light my spliff up
I'm a big dog,
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for
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