Look hey look, 50 bottles of sirroc let’s
Get the party started
I pull up in the spaceship
They thinking I’m a Martian
I’m black and yellow so tell
Them to be cautious
In this all black phantom it’s out
Maybach spitter, wobble dreams
All the drivers and the
Truckers make their ride
Can really speak about it
We did a lot of things
Cause we be breaking bricks
It’s the karate team
All black Louie belts, niggers, diamonds yey
Up bombs away cause i be dropping itch
You just be probably itch
Don’t even write it, but I’m nicer than a
5 bad skills like Donovan
Take him to the telly with
O’mally and demolish him
Bitch, and my money promising
Step up in the game
What? i wonder how I feel to be
Hating on this bitter like me?
Cause every day I shine hard
My mother I see, hah
What? we in the let’s get it, ah
Cooler spitter on your, hold up, here we go
Checking, checking
Cooler spitter on your stereo
I don’t think they hear me though
Catch me in the hood I be
Around it like a miracle
Used to sell them I ain’t talking cheerio
I’m talking about them gold grams and
I don’t need no cereal
Murder on your record label
Homie I’m a serial killer plus I’m realer
This is realer than the
With shawty she’s vanilla I make
Them butterflies like caterpillars
And my flow be on some other shit
Harder than a double gear
I just got his girl’s number
He gonna need another chick
Make a part my other chick
Then put on a punishment
She said she’s a man she
Don’t know my government
Shawty tripping where your luggage at
Broke suckers never see me cause
I’m where the money at
All i knowsome hoe like I got a hundred pack
Homie get my jewels I’ma kill
Them all want them back
Went to your funeral each time while they
Mama wear she like what the
Hell they di to you?
Make me put a fuel in you
Homie, I will ruin you
I’m talking about ruin you
Look, I said when I was there broke
I used to have a dream before I had a dream
Best believe I had them fiends
That h trying to get it any mean
Homie in the kitchen working
Out a triple bean
Breaking off a birdie, money it was dirty
And hammers they was filthy cause suckers
Was trying to kill me
And that’s work till the summer though
Papa chicken homies that ain’t this way
They don’t want no drama noh sipping
Rolly your bus down
Call the perfect timing yo
Tell my jeweler freeze me
Just to claim the hoe
Bottom of the mountain and meek
Mill got the climbing oh
Bottom of the mountain I got the climbing
My chick your chick, your chick my sick
My swag flyish
Your swag, hold up, I say, yeah, I say
Your chick my chick, my chick your chick
My swag flyish
Your swag, homie you’re a weirdo
No match forfeit
I’m thinking we’re gonna need a
Down nigga with me you know
Old school chick I let her
Broke me like Nintendo
Black Panamera lanes in that thing
Papa say window i got 20 in my pocket, 30 on
My wrist, 50 on my neck, keep it a 100
We don’t do no talking
I’ m just running up in your ish
And i was never in a walking
I’m just running up in your chick
Said my money on a swagger in a limit
Will spitter start until the finish
Barking up all in it
I make a dollar every second
A thousand every hour
28 day I’m getting money and the power
I was told never let the
Youngest get the powder
But now these suckers slipping like
They fucking in the shower
Powers, i really do this
I’m 62 over I’ma boss
I took a loss but i bounce back
And I spit it roar more money, at my party
We spending more money
We don’t make it rain, we pour money
Flooded presidential
Let’s break them all money, that’s that
More money
We don’t make it rain, we pour money
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