Lyrics:
this girl shit I prolly sold my soul
Got a little Cleopatra Imma wrap her up in gold
Back it up for me drop it down real slow
Play ya cards right dress
Yea
It's Group Home
This some loose change bitch I'm rocking two chains
Cartier frames hit me for like two thangs
Off-white nikes you can see my shoe
court advantage I play for supremes
1st round draft you the first on my team
I'm ready to do all them thangs
Like how many licks does it take to get
You
make you a overnight celebrity
Know what I'm sayin'? Come on
Why don't we play somethin' these hoes'll like?
Drive whips I know they like
Twista,
that I see (yeah, yeah)
Jumped off the porch, yeah, with the torch
Bitch, I was raised by the streets (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I was told to play for keeps
real outchea
Let em fake by they self ( let em fake by they self)
Gone let em fake by theyself (girl let em fake by they self)
Ayy
LOVE relate to MONEY
I'm trying to get it by the hour
Tryin to kick the door in
And be in position of power
So I play the cut while they lookin sour
(Whatchu lookin at?)
all day
She just want the clout, I could see it in that hoe face
Take a different route, you just fake, I don't role play
Role play
Role play
I don't
put you in the grave, for som'ing they never had
Everyday in the hood, it be the same thang
Poverty running my people, so they love pain
And I
I don't play with no beef
(We ain't playin' with no pussy)
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Brr)
If I wanted a nigga
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
Oooooooooooooooh
I like them girls with the tight black skin, dark and fine
that's the kind of girl I want to play with tonight
I want to do some nasty thangs
nigga with guts got to get past
Nigga need skills just to play up in dis game
For the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a name
So peace
want to play
No occasion to celebrate
But I'm gon' do it anywat
Line outside but I don't wait
Roll through the door but I don't pay
Lettin' go man I
around you, that love white cake
See-Murder facing life, and never gave a name
And you niggaz turn on each other, for a couple of them thangs
I must
major
Let me play her like a game of fuckin' SEGA
(Beep Beep) It's time to wake up
2 in the mornin'
You gotta leave, gots to sleep by myself
Cause I'm a G
them thangs down the backstreet
Top down on da nawf
I'm home
I could never get lost (I could never get lost)
No, no
I play the field and the coach
the fanny pack He play the blitz i play a qb draw like watch me handle that
I got a mid range like Chris paul
Heard they don't like me I don't care I got em
worship fake gods
I deal
When the money callin
Never let it rang
Whatchu need I got it
Prolly sell it by the eighth
Mr.Workaholic
Always make the play
Mr.
record on me
I'm the DJ for you free play
We play scratching on your Sony
I got long D for a Hail Mary
No sleep gettin freaky, very
Over sea's or wherever
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
to fronting
Doing what I do and does it on the daily
And don't give a fuck about a Bop unless she pay me
Hating Bitches I know Be trying to play me
But Baby
keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin' the game
Hittin' the corner in the candy thang
Sittin' on leather, grippin'
keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin' the game
Hittin' the corner in the candy thang
Sittin' on leather, grippin'
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