Lyrics:
Baby mama left a n**** got another man
Didn't work out, tried to come back and get a second chance
Second chance, second chance
Yeah I love that
Call me Greg B or you can call me Greg Major
Man, the Lord showed me favor
One thing about me, I serve a risen Savior
And I still got the juice
Just
I'm not rich (Wait what?)
But a man can dream
I want a Bentley, Cadillac
Finer things
I want the diamond necklace
That is on my checklist
Don't want
Yeah ya don't stop
In the motherfuckin house and ya don't stop
Ed Lover's in the motherfuckin house
And ya don't stop one-two, one-two
Representin
P-P-Papamitrou, boy
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk
The star on the Christmas tree when me and Ed Sheeran rip this beat
And like Kendrick Lamar, this dick ain't free
I'm a difficult man with a sky-high
of the Bentley, in front of the driver (skrrt)
Ayy, man, this shit there the weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (yeah, yeah)
I'm still double
Yeah, yeah..
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (I'm going to kill [echoes])
[Verse One: Method Man
change it up
Bitch got so high
I'm sober, pockets on Bluprint Bentley's
I'm like, whatever the fuck, I wanna go by (Go by)
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
funk
Excuse me I gotta cough
Girl you wearin' so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you, what does he do for a living?
funk
Excuse me I gotta cough
Girl you wearin' so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you, what does he do for a living?
I just wanna die a rich man
Yiee
I just wanna die a rich man
Oh
I just wanna die a rich man
With money on my table
My fridge fully loaded
And my head
"Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band
Sweet Love, I want your p**** can I be your man?
Stripped to the bare essentials let me f*** you if I can
gon' hold you down)
I'm on my way
(I'm the one be rollin' up
In that Bentley truck 'cause I'm rollin' up)
Want you like right now (right now)
(You
I'll be in the Bentley
Returned that bag and he saved me
Prius is Prius and Bentley is Bentley
And you can be my habb
We just left our school
With
put em on
Nigga, I got flow money
I done got so much of cake
I'm getting ho money
Swag on crazy, man I got the Timbs
Bitches love my swag
Niggas wish
I remember love don't last forever
They all betrayed-ed me, they all betrayed-ed me
I can never trust again
They all betrayed-ed me, they all
I got a boyfriend now
C'mon, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo
Gotta man that I think I'm gon' love forever
And forever, we'll be together (c'mon)
No matter
We could be doublin’ up
In a coupe
Girl I love you
And like how you move
Imma have me a Bentley in soon
Took a bean
Then I shot for the moon
But I
no more
We gon make it when we 20!
Imma whip right round inna' Bentley
I told Ski yo rest up plenty
You brought a strap to the fight it was empty!
He
rather be
Yeah I'ed rather have you beside me than Anyone else
I'ed rather have
I'ed rafter have
You cover me within your love
There is never a time
(Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her
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