Lyrics:
We got the lights, cameras, action We rockin' the latest fashion
Gucci and Louis, Prada, Chanel and all the uh
But what do you see in me
What do you
tryna scrape a hundred
Now it's a hundred when I get a steak
Need a reservation just to get a plate
With a hoodie, Louis bucket, and slides
Motherfuck
an abduction
Their silver heads
Looming from an inner hole's outer edges
Rushing
Away but it's too late
I'm being sucked into this dinner plate
Flushed in
mean yo, so hey kid, catch!
These nuggets, these nuggets, these nugget ugget uggets
With some peas and a hole in the bucket (cool, cool)
Dear Liza,
gripped by the hell that's
slipped to splinters and
got Shiving up the mass of natives and it's league marvels
One component's sure to shock a mass burial,
live like it is a purge
Uh, I ain't scared of nobody, I got them girls in the lobby
You looking [?], hit everybody
I promise I'll do it for you, only
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
kid
I'm a grown man on it, my own man on it
Come in your house, now your home damn haunted
See everybody dead, bullet holes in the head
But I aint kill
I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Something grabbed my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle
thrown in the hole
We chilling in the Trump Towers, onions and soul
Let's roll, cuz when the clock hit, my niggas'll bowl
It's like dice, nigga, open
enough
I make hits while y'all stay hating and take bricks
Had it locked 'til I came in the club, Take 6
Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
Cause it's the way that you stand by
Feel me when I'm in the clouds
call me head high
Saying don't you cry
Saying damn baby please don't cry
Everytime
innocent
Got her a Chinese manicure, hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
At the bar alcoholing her up
I
jacket got the thug stripes
I'm glad they hate me
They ain't love Christ or Mike Jordan either
Dip my blunts in ether
Chase the last name of Aretha
When
the jist
Laughin' at the skeptics 'cause
I always knew I'd get this rich
Family knew and Bugus knew
That's probably about it
Quicker you come in
Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal
I wanna hit it again
I ain't tryna be your friend no more
I know you want it all the way in
Til the end
Got you shiftin'
On top of my shit
I'm
Chuck -it
Smellin' like a hobo but I hit like Kirby Puckett
Her feet look like Frodo but I said fuck it
Cause that pussy wet like Odo sleeping in a bucket
suck me now
Finger in her booty hole
Watch how that thing go up and down
Ain't even know if it was real
But it clapped the kOD way
Just got out, I stay
overflowing my pockets
I'm the plug, I'm the socket dawg, you can get it for the low
Got that Midas touch dawg everything gold
You a hater dawg, you should
buckets
Put the forty in the Louis luggage
Now I got the keys
I was trappin in my two threes
Now you wanna peice
Now you wanna go and follow me
Riches off
backpack around me
Cosigned by Louis Vuitton
Horse power, horse power
All this Polo on I got horse power
Pound of this cost 4 thousand
I make it rain,
the new Lou', skip to my lou (yeah)
Whipping up checks like tofu (whip it)
Gone, but I'm back in a few (gone)
Plush carpet, got no shoes (shoes)
In
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