Lyrics:
Now I’ve come to realize
You’ve fed me so many lies
You looked me dead in my eyes
And said you’d stay by my side
Promised to stay in my reach
I
To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
Not bluffin', it's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By
wave
On another wave
They like 'oh no it can't be'
I manifested everything you visualize
By having faith in what you can't see
Smokin' on this candy
Bad
you know it’s produced by Randy
My girl roll up a joint, I say my goals with a glass of Brandy
Used to be up in the hood watching reruns of Brandy
Now I
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
equipped with some big tits
Baby you're the bomb
And I heard your pussy's sweet like candy
And you be havin niggas down to be down like Brandy
Well what I
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT
dedicate this melody, fuck the hating
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I had to tell my girl to pack her shit
Cause she slipped and dipped inside
I need a girl
Keep it shaking, Cali keep it quaking
Cause the Ryders got me
Bringin home the bacon
Show me love, and it wasn't no mistakin'
That I would dedicate
Dont think its sweet better be on your toes
You see pt then it means that its on
Really I been living the things in my songs
Tired of the women they
that you want o
Baby baby pick up the phone o
Na you be the girl that I want o
Baby girl come to my side na
Feels good when you dey by my side na
You
Aye PT a big kappa mhmm known stepper
Hot nigga mhmm trend setter
I'm hot when it's cold step out in bape sweaters mhmm
Aye chase know me by name
say hol-on
I came from the bottom alone
I tell you i got it, it's on
You left by myself bitch you wrong
Bitch you wrong fasho
Trippen fallen over
They
talk for me
Half a mill' worth of ice what it bought for me
I'm on that bubble kush man that's a rich high
I order Crist' by the case, I'm a rich guy
Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
college, I just need Youtube
Putting myself through my own type of school, making a business by using the tools
That I was born with my mind and the truth
dedicate my whole life
Be damned if I let a single moment go by
Tryna get a whole check one dollar at a time
See me I know a nigga make his money doing crime
Baby, I don't want you miss anything (ah)
I'ma dedicate this next one to you 'cause
You my number one fan and I'm showing you love
House lights go
Gsus in the building yea
PT on the beat
Got shawty lookin fine she on fleek yea
Take a trip to any spot across the sea yea
I could take you for
(Chorus Pt. 1)
Find my purpose
It’d be worth it
Self reflect
I do deserve it
What i’ve been through
Scratched the surface
Cancer got me
Close
of mine
Whoa oh oh, woah oh oh, I love sangria wine
Whoa oh oh, woah oh oh, I love sangria wine
Start with some apples and wine
Blend in some brandy
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