Lyrics:
Let's all be millionaires
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I'm still at it, they still mad
Her friends hated, but I still
see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets
Yo, I was touched by the real the other day
If my pops was here he
the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
night city
Money, money, money
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Summer night city
Money, money, money
In the rich man's world
Den går på band!
Kan
Flying in the car with the V8 hummin.
Bout to explode, missile incoming
Must be a star from the tracks I keep jumping.
Stacks and racks and packs, I keep
V.2
They say it's the highway of the great
Don't let life pass you by before it is to late
Get in your ride 'n cruise the twenty four forty eight
Johnny Djinn in the trap get busy
Yooo
I got lean with me
She sip codeine with me
She smoking weed with me
I brought the G’s with me
We pull up
now she’s with me and were whipping in a benzo
you deserve everything you get from me
coz you believed in me
your my g x5
Chorus
And my G stays by my
Dollar for my hand
Diamond for my wrist
Prada on my feet
Steady rocking Louis V
Every time I pull up with my G's
Oh my God you don shut it down
day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright
Trans-hypnotic robotic can't stop it
No limits to this style you know you can't lock it
First you mock it, rock it
Evac, evac ev-v-vacuation
Sit back, relax, no need for navigation
Freefall, f-find f-f-fascination
Perhaps it's all in my imagination
I look out for
a million
Then get bout a billion, fuck how you feelin', the city is my mine you a fuckin' civilian
Live by the street code, was raised by the G code
Don't
though the lanes
Got me feeling like a plane, G5 so fly
Smoking on the dro, thinking bout my cashflow
Got my peddle to the flo, a jazzy hoe by my side
see the D-O-double G's, [O.G.'s... repeat 5 times]
shout outs to my nigga Mr. D-A-Z,
shout outs to my nigga Mr. Warren G,
shout outs to my
involved
Gotta boss up, bitch, if you wanna walk
If you a walka not a talka (G's up G's up)
If you a walka not a talka (Throw it up, throw it up)
To all my
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
imaginary end
P-R-I-M too live for T.V
I-T-I on the grind since G3
V-E find me, rhyming freely
Rappers try and they strive to be me
P-R-I-M too live for T.V
and low's
Ducking five's and O's
Money cars and clothes
Is all a nigga knows
Knotted pockets big bank rolls
Skinny jeans and G-fazo's
Niggas throw shade
Rap, babe
Kool G Rap
Hýbu sa keď počuju Kool G Rap, babe
Bros sa stanu hoes závidia každý jeden krok
Hračka by chcela byť boss
Ale hračky používaju
I pull a hunnid five on the I in my
G35
I aint got a plan when I put
The whip in drive
Just rolling with the Jams
When im high in the ride
Pull
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