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Black Life
by Blitzkrieg G
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Let's go
Yeah, finally getting that money
Woke up this morning Like damn, shit real
Shit feel good Louis V, Gucci everywhere, racks everywhere
Aye, there's something about that triple black Maserati
Black LifeTriple black diamonds in that new Bvlgari Yeah, and I'm just getting started
I just copped a rocket Now I'm trying to get that starship
Yeah, seven digits in the bank To me ain't nothing popping
But them sixes and them franks Couple bottles while I'm dipping in the range
Or the booty of a model While I'm hitting it with that thang
I can see myself fucking you in my mansion We bout that money so that's the only romancing
Baby put it on me like she want me hold it ransom
But she know the pockets stay on long hair Sampson
Show me it's real, I'll take you anywhere you want to roll
Pick up that phone and tell that nigga you ain't coming home
She like the fact the transportation costs a summer home
Chasing that money girl, I keep them afterburner on,
Black life black rims Black 24s on a triple black Benz
Black card, black keys on the counter, no matter what I get, I'm trying to re-up every hour
Black card mean you know I got them ends, Girl let's hit the mall and you can bring a couple friends
She know I keep a couple keys on the counter No matter what I get, I'm trying to re-up every hour
Black life, black card, black Mac-90 Black nigga, black coupe, too much black shining
I keep them hundreds by the hundreds Pull up on them 57 Rolls Royce stuntin
And I stay smoking that medical I'm OCD, I like my money alphabetical
And every face must be facing the same way, Cause everything you ever got from me been grade A,
That's why they call me Mr. Grand Piano, 88 keys make them bitches sang soprano
Make contract killers blow your brains like a candle And I kinda get the feeling that's a lot for you to handle
Cash counter bout to blow a fuse But I ain't tripping, man, that kinda shit is overdue
So many women on my phone, I don't know what to do
Weigh up the packages, I bet they gon' weigh over two
Black life black rims Black 24s on a triple black Benz
Black card, black keys on the counter No matter what I get, I'm trying to re-up every hour
Black card mean you know I got them ends, Girl let's hit the mall and you can bring a couple friends
She know I keep a couple keys on the counter No matter what I get, I'm trying to re-up every hour
Let's go
Yeah, finally getting that money
Woke up this morning Like damn, shit real
Shit feel good Louis V, Gucci everywhere, racks everywhere
Aye, there's something about that triple black Maserati
Black LifeTriple black diamonds in that new Bvlgari Yeah, and I'm just getting started
I just copped a rocket Now I'm trying to get that starship
Yeah, seven digits in the bank To me ain't nothing popping
But them sixes and them franks Couple bottles while I'm dipping in the range
Or the booty of a model While I'm hitting it with that thang
I can see myself fucking you in my mansion We bout that money so that's the only romancing
Baby put it on me like she want me hold it ransom
But she know the pockets stay on long hair Sampson
Show me it's real, I'll take you anywhere you want to roll
Pick up that phone and tell that nigga you ain't coming home
She like the fact the transportation costs a summer home
Chasing that money girl, I keep them afterburner on,
Black life black rims Black 24s on a triple black Benz
Black card, black keys on the counter, no matter what I get, I'm trying to re-up every hour
Black card mean you know I got them ends, Girl let's hit the mall and you can bring a couple friends
She know I keep a couple keys on the counter No matter what I get, I'm trying to re-up every hour
Black life, black card, black Mac-90 Black nigga, black coupe, too much black shining
I keep them hundreds by the hundreds Pull up on them 57 Rolls Royce stuntin
And I stay smoking that medical I'm OCD, I like my money alphabetical
And every face must be facing the same way, Cause everything you ever got from me been grade A,
That's why they call me Mr. Grand Piano, 88 keys make them bitches sang soprano
Make contract killers blow your brains like a candle And I kinda get the feeling that's a lot for you to handle
Cash counter bout to blow a fuse But I ain't tripping, man, that kinda shit is overdue
So many women on my phone, I don't know what to do
Weigh up the packages, I bet they gon' weigh over two
Black life black rims Black 24s on a triple black Benz
Black card, black keys on the counter No matter what I get, I'm trying to re-up every hour
Black card mean you know I got them ends, Girl let's hit the mall and you can bring a couple friends
She know I keep a couple keys on the counter No matter what I get, I'm trying to re-up every hour
