I'm getting money... Ay bitch, check a real nigga out though
[Verse 1]
Got on my new Michael Jordans, jeans from Michael Kors Never heard about it, you probably can't afford it Whips all imported, passenger is gorgeous If you ain't talking bout money then she ignores it It ain't important, her nigga is a mobster That candy red new 'Rari like a Lobster IPad, full dash, come with every option And that Glock 40 still got the stock clip Me against the world, baby I'm on some Pac shit Ballin' for Furl, and all my niggas that's locked in Got my baby girl everything she could dream of Swear I fell in love when I got my lean plug...
Told you I'm getting money. I wake up and do this shit every day man. Young rich nigga man. You already know bitch. Better check a real nigga out man
[Verse 2]
I'm a product of where I live, where I grew up is hopeless Now the crib got a nice view of the ocean Stack for the belt, spent two on the loafers Left from SF and only flew into Oakland Anybody heard "Shooters" been knew I would smoke ya Broke down a cube then threw in a quarter Got candy on the cougar, 450 the motor In this rap I'm the future, name a nigga that's doper Got my bitch on Redbook, ? and ? Red-black paint, match the inside of the 'Maro Got my prostitute with me, and I'm sipping on ounces Wrist costs $250, I can't even pronounce it...
Man I get tired of counting money man. Now I'll just weigh this shit blood. I'm the flyest nigga you ever seen in your life bitch, so you might wanna check a real nigga out, know what I'm saying?
[Verse 3]
40-something thousand feet, way up out the mobile zone But I'm still on the phone and I'm blowing cones Paper planes, we making cake From the Bentley to that new 'Stang, got paper plates Private stocks, property, market and real estate Got lawyers, accountants, couple overseas banks Managers, publishers, street team out of state From the Bay to ATL to Philly we moving weight It's the real against the fake, it's a war in this world So I'm getting it out of state, with some boy and some girl And I'm sending my bitch, first licks on tour Man I'm getting long money, still want me some more...
Man I'll never get tired of money man. I go in every room man and I'm tripping over the shit. I'm trying to find a new place to put it everyday man. Burried in the backyard, stuffed under the house... Man I got too much of this shit. But I wouldn't give you shit bitch, so sit back and check a real nigga out
[Verse 4]
Razors and dinner plates, Heckler & Koch Cocked on the way, so much ice in the watch I just sit and reminisce about nights on the block With a bad rich bitch overlooking Dubai Surprised that I survived and made it to twenty-nine I just gotta thank God, cause most of my niggas died Blessed to be alive, seen my daughter get big Where I grew up, parents outliving their kids Got a CLS Benz, DVinci Forgiato rims Dior for my bitch, Giovanni her lens Cause I knocked her on my own, but she brought me her friends Now they all getting down, you should see where I live, nigga..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
