[Intro: Lil Duke] Yea L.A., smoke the good weed, ya dig?
[Hook: Lil Duke] Hard work pays off Hell, we don't get no days off Knock 'em right off and go hide in the loft I had to come up, make myself a boss Everyday hustling like I'm Rick Ross Ferrari kit you could hit it, it's off Believing in God, I iced out the cross Got choppers on choppers you better not cross I got [?] on [?] Hit 'em up then we gon' pay for the cost Thottie, she don't give a fuck what it costs Nigga we winning, we do not take loss Got a couple bad bitches in Boston She like to suck it right out of me I keep it on me like I hit the lottery I came from nothing, I grew up in poverty
[Verse 1: Lil Duke] I came from nothing, I was dead broke Prices get cheaper when they come on boat My bitch is so bad, she like it in her throat Givenchy all white, I'm dressing like the Pope My bitches on greenlight, them bitches on go White bitches snorting the coke I never seen a bitch there when I go We on the road and we selling out shows Told you before that it's bros over hoes Got me a drink and I pour up a four Roll in the back was so fat that I choke I'm a young boss, I'm in L.A. with loads I don't talk two-faced, you listen too slow Baby come fuck me and suck me and go She suck on that dick like a muh'fucking pro She like my demeanor, pull up in a ghost Counting up racks and checks everyday She said she like my style in every way You want a feature, then you got to pay You ain't talking money, you out of place Got a new Uzi, I'll blow you to space Pay for that case and just throw it away Right at them puppet, we toting them K Stack up that money to see better days
[Hook: Lil Duke] Hard work pays off Hell, we don't get no days off Knock 'em right off and go hide in the loft I had to come up, make myself a boss Everyday hustling like I'm Rick Ross Ferrari [?] you could hit it, it's off Believing in God, I iced out the cross Got choppers on choppers you better not cross I got [?] on [?] Hit 'em up then we gon' pay for the cost Thottie, she don't give a fuck what it costs Nigga we winning, we do not take loss Got a couple bad bitches in Boston She like to suck it right out of me I keep it on me like I hit the lottery I came from nothing, I grew up in poverty
[Verse 2: Nechie] Nechie shining, see the diamond glisten Hit a nigga with a stolen glizzy 32 shot let it pop out the Glock Hop out that drop and I pop at yo' top I take up yo' block, [?] Fuck a scale, nigga buy a bale I just bought my nigga out of jail He caught a body, he ain't fucking tell Had me water, yeah I need a well Bought the foreign just to fishtail Forgiato, yeah they blowing kisses Skrrt skrrt, on you monkey bitches Banana clip for you monkey niggas All my shooters, yeah they Reggie Miller I just flooded me another bezel Diamonds singing like they Bryson Tiller Hard work, bitch, hard work Make her suck it 'till her jaw hurt Shoot the glizzy 'till my palm hurt Catch you lacking, you gon' hit the dirt I just made a 50 off of merch I just made a 50 off of percs I done made a 50 off of lean I'm a motherfucking trap king
[Hook: Lil Duke] Hard work pays off Hell, we don't get no days off Knock 'em right off and go hide in the loft I had to come up, make myself a boss Everyday hustling like I'm Rick Ross Ferrari [?] you could hit it, it's off Believing in God, I iced out the cross Got choppers on choppers you better not cross I got [?] on [?] Hit 'em up then we gon' pay for the cost Thottie, she don't give a fuck what it costs Nigga we winning, we do not take loss Got a couple bad bitches in Boston She like to suck it right out of me I keep it on me like I hit the lottery I came from nothing, I grew up in povertyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
