Big rings, two of those, Super Bowl, Super Bowl, yeah Lot of money, lot of hoes, yeah, lot of money, lot of money, whoa Big 40, nigga, play with me, feelin' like I won the AFC Lamb' truck to get from A to B, I'm still winnin' what they hate to see Yeah, got the 40 on the stage with me Never lackin', nigga, wait and see, never lackin', nigga, play and see
Fuck her good, she wanna stay with me But I could never be faithful to a bitch, I don't live my life faithfully I'm only faithful to the cash, yeah, straight forward to the bag, uh I don't wait for it, I don't ask I'ma take all of it, I take all it, I'ma take off, I'm finna blast Play my tape for them and they say nah, the niggas spazzed Got spades pouring in a glass All my bitches ratchet, they like drinkin' out the bottle All my bitches ratchet, they like drinkin' out the bottle
Still on go, on mission, still keep a Draco with beam and extension Still gon' air it if it's tension, told them I'm really like that they ain't listen Shoot it quick, I ain't missin', scope on the top of it, hit you from distance I just won my division, championship rings on my fist glisten
Big rings, two of those, Super Bowl, Super Bowl, yeah Lot of money, lot of hoes, yeah, lot of money, lot of money, whoa Big 40, nigga, play with me, feelin' like I won the AFC Bulletproof truck to get from A to B, I'm really what you niggas claim to be
Super bowl ring out the rimstack Went Cooper cup 'bouta cop me a big bag Jugg Jaylen Ramsey on the corner on a bitch back Girl, I'm a P, I don't move pounds of nick sacks Boy, take a Tic-Tac, talkin' that shit get you shit-bagged Boy, you a slave with a chain, you got whiplash Sippin' slow soda but still drive the whip fast Name is Jerome but I Bettis won't hit back
Escalade bulletproof Talkin' dog in a van just like Scooby Doo She got ass like a hippo up out the zoo But she still gotta pay if she comin' through Yeah, lil' mama a star and a comet too She can fall out the sky and land in my coupe Turning models to millions, it's nothing new Baby girl bought me Prada, I'm Prada you
Congratulations Put her on stage, it's a graduation Bitch, I'm the dean of the college and I'm glad you made it Nowadays rappers so fabricated I got all the numbers in the books, I'm the yellow papers Showtime the wrist shouts Javonte I done got rich off the streets with the Conway I'm from the home of the queen, that's Beyonce But I done seen Destiny's Child die from gunplay
Big rings, two of those, Super Bowl, Super Bowl, yeah Lot of money, lot of hoes, yeah, lot of money, lot of money, whoa Big 40, nigga, play with me, feelin' like I won the AFC Bulletproof truck to get from A to B, I'm really what you niggas claim to be
Juice havin' motion, don't get mad Just like groceries, your ho get bagged Young wild niggas wanna smoke shit bad Any disrespect and the toe get tagged Still ain't retired, guess I ain't finish yet I got more rings than Brady, I get a check BBL will deflate just like Belichek No back and forth with a ho, I don't get in that Still rolling loud, way before the concert Trick on a bitch, I'd rather die first Pockets fat like Chuck, no Converse White hoe, Black hoe, gotta keep it diverse
Pimpin' ain't dead, gotta try it first Anything ratchet is my verse She want me to put my meat on the grill She gon' eat the dick up like a bratwurst Bitch, you can pull your pants up Who told you we was finna fuck? I want top first Hollywood address, all types of access But I had to get it off the block first Pretty bitch in my bed, paint the city red Paint the same color on the opps' shirt If you ain't finna gag on the tip and make your eyes water up This dick will not work It won't work, you know what I'm saying? Shut the fuck up
Big rings, two of those, Super Bowl, Super Bowl, yeah Lot of money, lot of hoes, yeah, lot of money, lot of money, whoa Big 40, nigga, play with me, feelin' like I won the AFC Bulletproof truck to get from A to B, I'm really what you niggas claim to beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
