Lyrics:
batman rims,
Jump out, girls like damn that's them?
Drop dead coupe, drop top benz,
Me and your friends, can all be friends,
Walk through the club
money clean and a lot of it
Writing my own story, give them something to plot against
I need my own fence, all owned by my lone end
I give em hope,
Wanna see me get high get high wit me (Get high)
Wanna see me get by get by with me (Get by)
Wanna see me in the club yeah bitches pull up (In
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
(all the hoes, hoes)
I got all the rolls, I be on the road (on the road, bee)
I can count this money with my eyes closed (my eyes closed, bee)
Ride by
friends
I’ll just bring around 3 of my friends
But not no MC friends
I’ll bring around a couple unknown
Guys from my ends
You hold mic, they hold leng
it
I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she ain't gone ride wit me
I don’t pop xans
Just pour up the lean
Got me floating on my pretty girl comet OG
Catch me reppin’ STL on the Tokyo scene
I don’t need no man, made
We all in your face, kinda annoying
They be like, "Damn, there they go again"
I tell your bitch to invite a friend
Pull up in Lambo with Nitrogen
mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend
'Cause when I'm around you be quiet
But when I leave you be talkin' again
But we gonna do it how
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
got 100 & stacked my advance
I got this Tokyo drip like Japan
Still hit it up got to know where I stand
Chrome on the top I can tell by the lens
Club
and wrapped silk, like halos around my brain
Address me by my alias you know my fucking name
A friend of a friend, a friend of a friend has gone
All around
Yeah
It's my tape, man
Listen to my tape
(I've waited, I've waited
Time went by
All I could do is cry
Silly, silly)
Woo
If I was your best
a rat
I'm on the attack with my baseball bat
That one rap brought many of us back
All through my house I set up traps
It seem like the rats have a map
(brr)
I know you just tryna benefit (I know)
You kinda skinny, your friend is thick (uh)
Empty my bitches and dub all the friendly shit, dope color
would walk by
I never tripped, bro, always kept my head up high
Eventually, I knew that I would find my way
After the darkest night, always comes
turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
When we up in the club
All eyes on us (turn up bitch)
All eyes on us (turn up)
friends
Wasted been drunk as a bitch
Back door we clubbing this bitch
Studio 54 ice in my wrist
Yeah
Central we park in this bitch
Skyscrapping
to sneak shit
Like a snake at my feet
Run me my money
Yea run me my checks
I need all a dem coins
Tryna buy me a lex
Might fly me to Tokyo
Get me a jet
Take
By the looks of the weather outside
You can tell that it's gonna be hazy
Trappin' at clubs all night
When are you gonna come save me
Judging by
the 'yes man'
I'm in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
lot of friends though (fuck 'em)
Bet I got a whole lot of M's though (racks)
Bitch, you wasn't with me shooting in the gym (no cap)
In the club, iced
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