[Verse 1] Fully loaded motor, hardly ever sober Soda sipping make your favorite stripper my promoter Never slide up in her if the slop is mediocre If I'm riding with them ones, we prolly riding with the [?] And I know lil shit, shit that fucked a nigga over Make you lean on one leg, and strap up on your shoulder Got a bitch I can't shake and I ain't even chose her She been playing with the white like she attracted to the older From the [?] my captain was once soldier All about the money, been stacking it with the holders Out the blue the label, they asking we the owners [?] where I want her Young niggas living, old niggas getting older And power turn a college going bitch to a smoker Them streets cold but [?] way colder Big bank turning real niggas into folders [Hook]
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies] When we pull up to the party it's a movie In this world they only give respect to who pays Got the number took it down, it took a few days That money turn your main bitch into a groupie Ten bottles of [?], we pop Rosay I been grinding man, that hustling my DNA The BM dub, 80 bands I got frito lay I got a hundred coming in but I ain't tryna wait Y'all niggas still fucking with my old broads Y'all niggas still driving in my old cars I'm about to do a real nigga roll call And fuckin' with you fake niggas, I don't know y'all Them niggas tryna act hard, say they flipping bricks Crazy thing about it, ones that got it don't say shit I'm still caught up in the game, too legit to quit PNC & out the blue, we bout to have the summer lit
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