[Curren$y:] Hundred counting a hundred stacks with her titties out I smoke into this 9 foot window, plotting on locking these citys down I am talking plural more than one town, I got one I need to get 3 more now I control the whole grid Gotta to make it real somehow, full meal worth an automobiles In front of my house bitches know a nigga, if I saying is going down You can wait right here for it to fall from the clouds You got no idea what I have been through, pay the cost to be this boss Nigga you see bitch, so make room Never mind I got walk in closest at my crib twice this size With all kinda stacked jordans locked inside Real music last forever, this is how we never die
[Trademark da Skydiver:] The hardest nigger spittin we the trillest crew in it, jet set motha fucka We been at it for a minute, no L's on the record a few W's pendin Translation we are wining nigga dropping cash on whatever fast I ain't trippin watch me make it back spit some bars on the track In return I get some racks Stacks on stacks on stacks, polo, slacks on slacks on slacks, With the socks and the shirt that match cool cat with my bucket hat Chill new Orleans nigga getting figures rich as fuck with that I'm cooling out in harlem 911 where my hustlers at Laying in a trap, rollin sour out the pack, Posted right in front of 50 with the loud I know you hear me Holla back some other time, not right now I'm on my grind I want what's mine and that included what's I've been due I'm over due The dollar signs, diamond in the ruff, but fuck it Still I shine, drapped in the finest threads, Ralph Lauren Design
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[Young Roddy:] Hey I let my nigga smash, I don't save no bitch But now I'm like, light up and blaze that, yeah Momma say she want a nigga who stay on his shit Uh, and if that ain't true, then what you call that Them hood hoes swear to God I'm hood rich They tryin to count my cash girl fall back I'm killing them niggas go tell em to dig a ditch And it was all good when it was all bad Uh, my uncle done 22 flat, by the time he made it home His little nephew was grown With intentions to blow the fuck up, and put him on So I'm steady, write that I'll shit, trying to make my mill ticket Promethazine keep me tilting 650 When the clock struck 7 I had 7 grams of sticky Uh, so when I'm in my zone please don't tempt me I'm close to the edge so don't push me... outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
