[Intro] See low we know I'm sitting on leather I'm a winner If I crap out the strap out Cause I snap right back to the beginning nigga
[Hook] You know I will let it pop front if you want bitch I will make it hot You (rrr) know you think you ill but you not You will need a tombstone you will need a plot (yeah)
[Verse 1] I peep what niggas hate through my peripherals Boy if I leave this club back to the car I got some shit for you Want party? We can paint the town red Them bottles ain't shit to me a nigga got bread I'm big money big business I love it For the bad bitches with big asses and the budgets I'm the boss Until you know shit is going how it got to go I don't want talk tonight I might just buy the hoes My pleasure principle spender's expense First I'm happy then she happy then she can pay the rent It's nothing to a nigga when he up But when they down I bet you he won't give up at your bump Flipping will catch your attitude 'like bitch what the fuck you want from a nigga huh?, you fucking up nigga huh?' Look girl you know you sitting on a gold mine Fuck with them other niggas think you so fine
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[Verse 2] My flow hotter than the gun after that clip done Don't care about the sit you claim mother fuck the finger bang I hang around with hustlers and hoodlums that party get the popping Then we beefing and we shooting Let's party like it's 1999 flat top (?) Swag going back in time I got it locked they can't ignore it My nigga know some bullshit I'm all for it (?) Don seven sixty leaning Chrome clean spend a nigga scheming trying to hit a lick Them victim niggas thinking damn why me I'm thinking why these niggas never try me Maybe they feel the vibe they know a nigga lie I let it off inside and outside The club rocking it's on tonight Them bottles popping we getting right
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
