Making up my mind, I need two hoes at a time Then I told her ass, "Forget it", cause I seen that shit on Reddit I ain't got no time to ball All my broskies keep a mop And I keep one right beside me, got to Elliot a lot My heart cold as a brick, I call London for the hit I treat Booby Trap like Starlets, hunnid thousand on a car Got Chanel purse on my joggers, I don't even need a stylist Huh, yeah, okay-okay
Call the bank, pull up the Brink's Might buy you a cuban, I ain't got no time to link up Yeah, got "C Michaels" on my tee Quarter million dollars, I got something on my sleeve Used to call up darlin', now I go to Starlets When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hundred at a time Used to be in projects, now I'm making projects Used to be in the PJ's, now I'm stuck to the PJ
I can tell what's on your mind, Illuminati, got three eyes If I pull up with my guys, we ain't coming here to fight Word to mother we gon' win, you know London, that's my twin I keep Jeffery on my mind, free Thugger, that's my slime Free V12 and Montana, out the mother fuckin- You know I've been bangin' since Santana, used to rock them bandanas To the side, baby, talk to me nice Book a flight, if you don't let me hit, I'm sending you back, night I'm in Miami, come to Booby Trap, I'm throwing a bag night The way she took my soul, It's like she's trying to make a sacrifice In the day time, diamonds bussin' like a disco ball We bring the lights out, hoodie on, I'm feelin' like a thief at night
Call the bank, pull up the Brink's Might buy you a cuban, I ain't got no time to link up Yeah, got "C Michaels" on my tee Quarter million dollars, I got something on my sleeve Used to call up darlin', now I go to Starlets When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hundred at a time Used to be in projects, now I'm making projects Used to be in the PJ's, now I'm stuck to the PJTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
