[Verse 1: Los] To celebrate my new haters I just bring a new whip out End up fuckin' your main girl Then park this shit at your bitch house Paid 100K for my necklace They wanna bring 100 Ks to my crib Nigga, it's 100 ways to get got Then make you pay 100K for your kid Have him at the crack house with the dope fiends The dim lights and the smokescreens Let him smell the aroma from a coke coma If you listen close, you'll hear souls scream From the block, chillin' with the shooters That was in a pot, tryna whip up future My dogs scrape the walls of that Pyrex As I thank the Lord for my progress
[Hook: Los] Cause all my chains is gold Man, my rings and Rollies is gold All my dames is "go" Ballin' like I'm slangin' that dope I got that dope, got that, got that dope Got that, got that dope I got that dope, got that, got that dope Got that, got that dope Screaming: "I can't fuck no broke bitch" I smoke that West Coast shit Rollin' with my top down Cause I be on that dope shit I got that dope, got that, got that dope Got that, got that dope I got that dope, got that, got that dope Got that, got that dope
[Verse 2: Pusha T] King Los with the kingpin King Push, you'd better king him King's ransom for a kilo Took mine and built a kingdom Open doors for overlords Overdo it, overboard This Coupe causin' you pain, nigga Peel the top back like an open sore My niggas is caged in, I tell 'em be patient 'Raris we racin' - nights at the Day's Inn Paid off - they comin' home made men New gods, in the new Auds, we lose y'all You a Dodge, nigga, like the new charge This dope money, we can prove ours
[Hook: Los]
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti] I need a celebrity bitch So I can be a groupie nigga Ten million dollars, but I'm still in the streets So they're saying I'm a stupid nigga I might be, but then again I might not I can show you how to make 8 bands off a pound of kush And 35 off a white block I can show you how to drop the top on a Phantom Show you how to unload that hammer When I say 'Cocaine Muzik' my nigga Add that 'R' cause that's my grammar Say my words slurred, I got birds They sip syrup, she got curves Got kicked out the house, gettin' up on my nerves Plus she heard I'm fuckin' with that dope...
[Hook: Los]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
