Lyrics:
5 hot amps speakers shake like jelly
So many wires in my trunk look like a bowl of spaghetti
Assault and batteries, but my trunk stay "ever ready"
it
Got some dirt on your shoulder, then let me brush it off for ya
If you're feeling me, put your five high
That's my girl
That's my girl, that's
Intro: Chyeah, Chyeah, Yeah, Yeah
Uhh, Uhh, Wow
18 bands, I done sold another thang
10 grand cash, that'll get ya bout a half
3 point 5 that's
to five
Dream of picket fences and trophy wives
But no, I'm never gonna be 'cause I don't wanna be
No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty
Mister
pants saggin
Pistol Showin D-boy swaggin
So fresh I need a camera
So fresh Ima need some Magnums
Gotta magnum, in a magnum
7 4 5 wit a 4 5
Cool as ever
Woah, woah, woah
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that's just on one fit
I'm not going back no more when I
know you want to
Won't you come and slide through
Have you home by 5'ish
Tell me that you'd like to
If thats the case then you can stay just for
me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you
Dangerous!
Five, four, three, two, one
Leggo! (watch me)
Level up, level up (Ciara!), level up, level up, level up (Missy!)
Level up, level up,
an angel on me (On me)
Better be prepared if the devil came for me (Came for me)
It's blood diamonds in the field and they golden (Yeah)
I'm in five
worse
Every day a good day, when you above the dirt
Another day, another bill that I have to pay
The weed man said he was five minutes away
And that
focused, I'm impressed
Wipin' off your Louis V, bitch
Hermès on your feet, bitch
Dior on your sleeve, bitch
Red wine when you sleep, bitch
Wipin' off
five times in a row like bingo
She fell in love, fell in love wit' the dope (wit' the dope)
Damn right, I gotta get either way it go (either way it go)
a motherfucker would
I keep a fresh pair of Ones on my feet
And double deuces on the Chevy
Three's company, the double fours on my belly
Five hot amps,
some thangs
Baby, I throw you some thangs
Baby, I throw you some thangs
I done brung all of this weed (haa)
Roll up, roll up
I got five on it
All
Ciara
Uh-huh
Catch me in the mall
You know I buy it out
G5 planes, yeah I fly it out
On the back look like 'Lac sittin' on 28s
Oh you can't
always get tripped by a van (skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I'm
Hopped in that foreign lit a five and closed my eyes
Yeah
Yeah
Told the driver drive and wake me up when we arrive
We use Rolls Royce umbrellas
No
having lunch
Conference call with Roc Nation, 30 million in a month (woo)
You niggas 4th and 30, that's a punt
Five hunnid on a watch, that ain't
we played, brought her on another site
Oceancity view, hella choppers everynight
G5n' take her on another spree
Shoppin' spree, for solid fuckin'
complexion
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy]
Hey
Y'all already know what it is
I'm a tell you, nigga
C.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5
Homey fronted me
background]
DJ Khaled!
When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen
that, yes sir
Oh-oh baby, want some more baby?
I love the way you do it 'cause you do it so crazy
I'm countin' down so turn around
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
ass knocked off
Texas Pete nigga get ya ass hot sauce
Ever see me in the club with my shades off
It was a cool contest I guess the shades lost
28-5
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