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
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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
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