I can't fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell Slim shit, look like Draya Michele I been goin' crazy, givin' ’em hell She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player Connect the dots then I plug up the scale If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em
Ain't no back and fourth with no bitches, ain’t tinted Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented And they braggin' ’bout bitches, I promise we hit 'em I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million At this point I'm heartless I ain't got no feelings Buy every building in the hood for my children Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy With no phone, we can make us a movie I ain't in my bag, I still got my feet out If we wanted smoke with y'all, you couldn't be out Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk I'm at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house Lil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out Five percent tint on the whip, you can't see out Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be 'bout
I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell Slim shit, look like Draya Michele I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player Connect the dots then I plug up the scale If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em
Ain't no complaining, money coming in Put it all up, do it all again First you get a mil', then it's times ten Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz Stand up like a man, take it on the chin They got consequences in this life of sin Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten When you come home, we gon' all win Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless He gon' knock you off with his Rollie on Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin' Only ride with my security because I can't be armed Can't get caught with another gun They gon' know me when I'm gone They hear my pain inside my songs It's like switch, I cut it on Pills kick in, gettin' in my zone Do my job, ain't see no wrong I'm never talkin' on them phones Feds gon' try to do us wrong Man, they got my nigga Long Lately I just been alone My cup, my strap, this microphone Nobody know what's goin on Just glad I made it off the road Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble Ever since I been on them dice They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice I'ma give it to them niggas every time
I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell Slim shit, look like Draya Michele I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player Connect the dots then I plug up the scale If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'emTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
