I'm on a mission for money, dreams n' Bentleys n'
Ferrarris
Influenced by the biggest ballas now bitches
wanna call us
Picture me with all the cheese mansion lookin
overseas
Pushin limosuines n' stackin hunits n' g'z
Dubbz on my sports car six car garage
Its like a mirage when you step off my back
yard
Rollies whinnin diamonds shinnin I'm gettin
mine
Them models you see on TV fuckin em' all the
time
Zippin on $200 bottles of champainge
Till I'm dead in the game wont a damn thang
change
I'm a boss bitch thats why I floss bitch
And we leave from the club you gettin tossed
bitch
Besta believe I'm a thug keep it crackin n'
stackin my mill
Taller than (??) (??) n' roll like a back
down
Fuck goin' back to jail
Bitch I'm back to the hotel in my V12 wit mo'
kill
[Chorus]
Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6
Twenty inch rims with the all chrome kit
Ballin like king tut two rollies
Mac like goldies somebody better hold me
Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6
twenty inch rims with the all chrome kit
Ballin like king tut nigga what
Two rollies somebody better hold me
You see me sliddin up not givin a fuck we done
been up
Throwin up the mob down the block so bring it
up
I be flossin in my Mercedes wit yo lady
Got her tossin zippin on Baileys we do it
daily
It aint NOOOO bitch livin up on this earth that
can play me
It aint NOOOO snitch livin up on this earth that
can hate me
I be sideways shakin dick up on the highway
Havin it my way I think it was a Friday better
yet a Thursday
Thinkin about the first day my CLK went to hit
the bay
It was a true figga young mob figga make mans
skrilla
Gettin close up on the trigga
Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 seee
TVs in the back seat
Now police wanna catch me
Cuz I'm livin large $80,000 cars
A young ghetto star no matter who you are
Chorus
I put dubbz on my Benz got my 64 lifted
Swimmin in money because I'm gifted
Livin the life of a rap star Bentleys n' double
R's
Ride luxury cars flossin wit allstars
Catch me overseas counting g'z and they hate
it
Mad cuz a thug nigga done made it
Wanna see me down and out bank account on rip
You players haters you can suck a fat dick
I put the gat to yo lip breath smellin like shit
no breathin
To the wizard of oz hard courage is what you
needin
Beat up n' get up out it before I draw down
Wit a 44 caliber desert eagle got shit locked
down
Like a dog pound and we all down
For that dubb C L mafia loc
Aint no stoppin us loc
Not unless you poppin us loc
I'm a floss across town like the president
Flip a yay and dont touch no evidence
Baller Style!
Chorus
[Killa Tay]
I'm a cap pilla you fuckin wit some real
killas
Ride through my 9 milla on cock like a dike
bitch
I'm bellin it tight bitch
My profile aint rightous I'm a thug lord
I got whatever you need like a drug store
Hard core killin off all enimies
Them dollies crackin speed knum you on my g'z
I be ballin like Rasheed Wallace but fuck
college
All a nigga need is my heat and some of this
street knowledge
Get some dollas straight thuged out
Put up in yo chest n' still holla all in my
mouth tryin to get popped out
But I burn rubber on hood rats we ridin high
speed
Cuz I like to drop E off Remy and weed
I'm through the town like the HIV
Regulatin strikin dirty wit a fake ID
Instead of hatin I be chassin this paper hard
status
Its in my nature still copin kids never potin
licks wit no fakies
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