You know sometimes I get mad at these niggas Until I call my bank teller and she read me the balance Let these niggas know I'm 'bout to fuck this shit up
My dawg just caught a case, he can't be free 'Til you bought the Wraith, it can't be me Pop the lock, the safe, I made the key Out here dodgin' jakes, pray for me Only rock the J's and Maple Leafs Only stock I got to pay is me All the songs are paid in straight to me Y'all think the shit I say is free Please nigga, I be ballin' The Benz sprinter like a fuckin' room Dog big enough to fit you all in Been goin' hard since H.A.R.D. even got started If y'all heard I'm with a dark bitch And a nigga want another ring dog And I swear this shit is just LeBron lit Please my nigga, they lock it and I got the keys, my nigga The twenty, fifty, hundred, money machine, my nigga Just ease, my nigga, just Yeah, my chick is so foreign that her and her luggage is gon' need a visa, nigga I come from the streets and look at the life that I lead, my nigga Yeah, even little Ray is getting pesos Jewish lawyer get the case closed Too much cake up in the bankrolls Gettin' money like a scam, my nigga That just shit a check up outta Chase though And hit another BOA, that was like ten years and a day old Yeah, the quicker we kill 'em, the quicker my niggas is in though Yeah, if I like her, I'll fly her to fuck in the city I'm in though Rolls Royce, gave her no choice, all of you bitches get in though And all of you bitches gon' tell me that you fuckin' before this iPhone pin fall Hit it like I'm playin' pinball Fuck her 'til I make her wig fall Forgiato got me sitting tall Money longer than any item that you can find at a 'Big & Tall' Why you went and got the clique involved? Now this shit will never get resolved Man, fuck it, now this shit is off Niggas'll park at a Timmy's and trap out a motherfucker We buyin' coffee every hour so they don't kick us right back out that motherfucker We back to back out that motherfucker And we back to back with the stallions And we white on white with the coupe and brick But we black on black on medallions, it's on Like way out in London they callin' me fam I'm killin' all the competition, nigga Yeah, and they goin' hard as they can Sweatin' all in they practice, I ain't even hopped out the van My heart feels like it's so dark dawg, I gotta call it a tan Man, shawty she gave me the pussy was good and I had to call up my mans Normally I never do that, but I had to call up my mans See, I had to run up the bands See, I was the one in the stands Shorty, she shitted on me When I see her, I know I'ma come in the Lamb now It's Fargo, car go, Murcié-lago Fuck that, I had that, crashed that Gallardo Find me, I'm Waldo, I'm here for bread, what are y'all for? Just to say you don't pop molly, when none of y'all rock Tom Ford? My swag different, jet lag different I dated Trina if you wanna talk bad bitches Bought the Wraith, no album out Niggas know what the outcome 'bout Drop head and the south come out Head drops all out my house X wasn't my last name, rather keep my Malcolm out Ain't gon' lie, she a super freak She a super beast when that mouth come out Fresh to death, I'm R.I.P., had to give the swag mouth to mouth She just ripped the tag out the couch I just kicked her back out the house LOMO logo, had to fuck her with a GoPro Keep this shit, leak this shit, that's what we call promo All the shooters, they in go mode Me, I'm pullin' in a foreign bro All the shooters, they in Volvos Rollin' up and smoking Marlboros up Yeah, they don't like me, but they gon' respect me Yeah, they don't like me, but can't no one check me Yeah, 'cause I got it on my own, nigga So it's motherfuck the poor niggas Yeah
They ain't gon' like me though Hey Hobby, tell them niggas I'm goin' for ten Ten-million, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
