Lyrics:
to the cheese, nigga gimme my chip
All of my niggas be payin' my bills
(Cash out)
I like to shop out in Beverly Hills (On gang)
No key, so you know it's a foreign
still
Damn Miami, Club 11 with the MAC spilled
You know death before, shit
Death before they dishonor me
Shit, I pump raw in the poorest economies
I even
'em money is not the key to wealth
'Cause if it can stop the pain
How the fuck do you explain a
Bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?
So you can
Brown (get it)
Lost the Scat and went and went grabbed it out the impound (nigga)
You ain't never took no car without a key fob (uh-huh)
I'm from
hotel room
Oh Ah oh Ah
Ben in je town met een droptop foreigner
Oh Ah oh Ah
Neem de keys pak je tas (yeah)
Oh Ah oh Ah
Kom niet naar hier schatje
not like I embellish
BK is in my blood, not a Nets or a Knicks fan
We the home team, I'm a checks and a kicks fan
Never scuff em, in strip clubs
yours (I see ya)
chilin wit a crush i dont really have time for
Im the 3 white keys in C, your a minor
knew my shit bang when my music hit the highways
far away from range drops
Look at me [?] girls drop blouses
Back to the club, getting drunk spending thousands
In and out of sport cars, baby this
suitcase
Toothpaste, sun cream, life for a few days
Might be stunting in the club got on 2 chains
Two ways street, how I rock, if we do date
Smooth fade,
keep it low key
Well respected in the city, niggas know me
And they go hard for me 'cause they owe me
Peas and Carrots store off Beverley
Praise God that
Freshly - showered jet jockey's
In the Chico Club bar
Drinking neat Wild Turkey
They smoke Havana Cigars
Screaming MIG fighter
In the Latin night
Big
slapped me in the face and I stepped so hard I almost shook the place
Got snare in the air like a cool breeze and those nasty keys are the bee's knees
baby, rhythm make me
Slow dance
Slow dance, baby, rhythm make me
I pull up in a club
I'm a classy thug, I throw it up though
And I holla what
[Verse 1:]
How could I ever make you see the light, and make you read it right
Money power respect nigga, thas the key to life
But see its costy,
How does this suppose to get
seems like the police, they don't like my associates
We some monsters is concert
Drunk in the middle of the club like "Who
With no slight of hand
She shuffles her memory cards
'Til one of them falls into place
She hands me her door key
As if she were playing an ace
Clubs
half to a key
If these alone 'gon cause me a G
My flow too deadly baby
No fakin hold the hammer steadily baby
No shakin you still wanted to pop off
asbestos
Check the credit set it, so odd they have to call a medic
My paragraphs be off key, that's why niggaz can't get it
For those of you who don't
the love rock a block beat a blood
We be in a club
With girls V.I.P. smoking
Scoping now she open posing holding trojans
This the life we got
Girls kissing
can dis Sun and get away with it?
Regs got a golf club, but not to play with it
Instead of a 'hole in one', you'll be one in a hole
A ??? soul is rippin
Chorus
I was a weed fiend, dope fiend and coke fiend with low key
And I was on the cumma move,
When you and LV used to rock the club 49
Back in 93
Hoe was
craftsman, just stay flashin
Mashin, chest burnin from a thug passion
I tilt bottles up in the club, fuckin with dick models
Dick throbbin, Haley's
out can't get to high
Fuck these hoes, gotta get G's
Benjamins, gotta get keys
Sexually, gotta get pleased
Sex ain't free, gotta pay fees
Niggaz
Sticky and X1]
I want the coke spots cartell the drug blocks
I want mad guns four 5's and magnums
I want my own club mad dough wit no love
I want
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