Ah, these niggas wanna hold me back
These bitches gonn hold my sack
Big guns if they come for my rack
50 thous on that watch no jeff
Pop the tags and I'm fresh to death
Versace chain just to match my belt
Wayne with me then so I don't want your help
Got truy on that cost 4 20, on rocking wing and you know the rob us
Young niggas with extended clips, and they trained to go
So you know they robbing
Whole hood throwing gang signs
I just make a call and motherfuck come get you
Side bitch she thick as fuck and she quit her job and
get rich off stripping
Shouts out my nigga 2 chainz, coincidently we make good music
Db with a db, I pop the trunk and we can get right to it
Ar, with banana clips, for you monkey niggas, no moneky bizness
That's 5 50 on ford ... and the trunk big, it fit 2 niggas
On the verge of a kingpin, what you know bout cocaine
18, bought my first brick and I broke it down and it's all on nina
We don't lease, we got pink slips, red bone, pink lips
Tattered up with my name on it, she about that dough, this my cream bitch
Baby mama drop charges on me, judge gave me my passport
Sky's the limit, now I'm overseas,
I'm on the road to riches like I asked for
I got a stash up in my dashboard, think 6 months and I fast forward
Still thank god for my coke plug,
you see made away with what the thang going
Still got relations with the pyrex,
Duffle bag, we pirates
My old g's bet the house on me
Scream fuck these niggas bitch I'm next
I got Versace rag for my bandana, tood up, I got twin hammer
Sin city, about to spend 50,
I got a white bitch and her twin amber
All it take is one phone call and by night fall they will kidnap you
Water whipping the peddi go, that...
I got a thousand pounds of that Minnie, riding round in my city
All I need is that address and I'ma pull up nigga come get it
A hunned shots from that choppa spread
Knock the name off that fitty
Ain't had a job since 96 and I'm still the king of my city.
These bitches gonn hold my sack
Big guns if they come for my rack
50 thous on that watch no jeff
Pop the tags and I'm fresh to death
Versace chain just to match my belt
Wayne with me then so I don't want your help
Got truy on that cost 4 20, on rocking wing and you know the rob us
Young niggas with extended clips, and they trained to go
So you know they robbing
Whole hood throwing gang signs
I just make a call and motherfuck come get you
Side bitch she thick as fuck and she quit her job and
get rich off stripping
Shouts out my nigga 2 chainz, coincidently we make good music
Db with a db, I pop the trunk and we can get right to it
Ar, with banana clips, for you monkey niggas, no moneky bizness
That's 5 50 on ford ... and the trunk big, it fit 2 niggas
On the verge of a kingpin, what you know bout cocaine
18, bought my first brick and I broke it down and it's all on nina
We don't lease, we got pink slips, red bone, pink lips
Tattered up with my name on it, she about that dough, this my cream bitch
Baby mama drop charges on me, judge gave me my passport
Sky's the limit, now I'm overseas,
I'm on the road to riches like I asked for
I got a stash up in my dashboard, think 6 months and I fast forward
Still thank god for my coke plug,
you see made away with what the thang going
Still got relations with the pyrex,
Duffle bag, we pirates
My old g's bet the house on me
Scream fuck these niggas bitch I'm next
I got Versace rag for my bandana, tood up, I got twin hammer
Sin city, about to spend 50,
I got a white bitch and her twin amber
All it take is one phone call and by night fall they will kidnap you
Water whipping the peddi go, that...
I got a thousand pounds of that Minnie, riding round in my city
All I need is that address and I'ma pull up nigga come get it
A hunned shots from that choppa spread
Knock the name off that fitty
Ain't had a job since 96 and I'm still the king of my city.
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