Lyrics:
and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah, a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack
(Uh)
Live it up and count my dividends, roll, like cinnamon
Whoa, big face Benjamin's
And she looked at me like you ain't nothin' but a star
I looked
(Uh)
Live it up and count my dividends, roll, like cinnamon
Whoa, big face Benjamin's
And she looked at me like you ain't nothin' but a star
I looked
itch more (uh-huh)
Reach in my pocket I could pull hunnids out by the fistful (yeah, look)
Ain't nobody put me on, I think y'all took it wrong
Y'all
I swear to God me or lazy next
Can't forget my brotha Tito. It's Money gang money power respect
Diamond drippin on me make ha get wet, sponsored by
I swear to God me or lazy next
Can't forget my brotha Tito. It's Money gang money power respect
Diamond drippin on me make ha get wet, sponsored by
if you ride with me,
Crib so big we can play hide-and-seek
You can confide to me
Ride me like I ride the beat
Pilot seat, I need a co-pilot
Kiss a ass
a world of reels you tellin stories
Social media got yall real life lookin boring
My vision Gold no Double OH 7
I turned a crumb to a palette and told
my massage
I love when n****s treat me like a god (On God)
Plenty money, we got big O's (O's)
Might pull out the keys for the show (Skrrt)
Maserati
need
Tell me what you like
I like what you tell me
If you don't understand me you can stay under me
Buying her stand we can pay the bill
You blessed by
The one's doin all the extra shit be the ones tellin all the lies
I'm 2 steps ahead and I stay ready you ain't gonna catch me by surprise
Keepin it
face, tellin' stories
When they lie on they dick while I get cake
Live like a cookin Beat tape
Like that old school shit that
He used to make
Yo from
gettin so high
Like damn wha they said
They be tellin me all the tyme "Dizzy you better dead"
Yeah I kno that shit
I Be tryn all the tyme
My brudda Dash,
All'a that big bad bottom
That the bass man plays
Listen to that tenor wail
He knows the story, tellin' his tale
And when the alto starts to soar
Don't
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
a motherfucker quite like me (like me)
Give a little demo memo special get it hype like me (me)
Passion
Tellin' you we bout that action
Don't see no camera flashin
tomorrow with me
yup so they can put a nigga business all in the streets
out here tellin folks she gotta problem recordin for keeps
she got big (???)tryna
my head
If you tellin' me wrong then you can just keep it
I remember back then on the black top
Hated all the school stuff gave my parents back talk
family hurtin now
But that’s the game it come with lesson
Shoot em 2 no Colin sexton
Serving H just like the Texans
Big suppressors 40 stretch em turn em
pass me by
Watchin' you out of the corner of my eye
With a big booty and them healthy thighs
Let a nigga get a lil' piece of that pie
You ain't all
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take
notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much
you a big fake
So if you see me out don't you wave man
We are not friends, not the same man
Underglow on the Subie, I'm a rave man
If I ain't
chairs out on the concrete,
Tellin' stories to the stars
How Geminis love wooden dragons, yeh,
and how down the streets the weeks roll by
The moment
(Another one in tha bag like)
Real ninjas know how to ball, takoyaki (Takoyaki)
Samurai stay by my side, nagamaki
Watch out where goin' ho',
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