[Verse 1: Curren$y] Game winning shot Ain't even stay to see the body drop Get them pots, bubbling this hustling Bitch you ain't here for nothing Observe how I run shop If they ever snatch me, inform my brother he'll come after me Under estimated like expansion teams Til I flex them championship fingers The aroma of doja lingers Door closed and towels by the floor but it's still stinking If it ain't loud as neon colors you don't need to bring it Life in the fast lane blinking just as bad as sleeping Creeps is always creeping I peeped your scheme while steaming Business settled this evening under tropical breezes I work hella hard so I can take it easy, nigga
[Hook 2x] I got a dollar sign migraine Money on my motherfucking mind mane Dollar sign migraine Trying to put some dope off in the game
[Verse 2: Le$] Old beamer on them gold wheels Looking like Ace Seen ya eyes when I ride by Looking like hate The way them hoes be talking about me You'd swear to God I was rich Took the tint of that motherfucker Hope you know that's yo bitch Living life on that next shit Still fucking my ex chicks Just walking up in the game They showing y'all to the exit Just give the game I was blessed with Getting blown on that Sweet Jones Underground but we been kings, knocking y'all up that railroad Seen it all like I'm Rothstein, never loving no Ginger Niggas be on that nigga shit, things you gotta remember Riding fast so we trying to get it Fuck dreaming 'bout getting paid Matching Chevys in ten months Nah nigga in ten days
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
