Lyrics:
flashy
If it it ain't about cash then I advise you not to ask me
Feeling so good like a million bucks
See I'm fresher than a new pack of camel crush
We fly
All I wanted was a Bentley
A bad bitch and a necklace
40 on me never empty boss up, El Jefe
All I wanted was a Bentley
Bad bitch with a necklace
40
What?
Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal
This is life now
Let me find out, you want
corners three wheel motions
And I'm hopin to pull a fly honey lookin cute
Spittin game what's your name?
You look cute in your daisy dukes
Who me I'm Skee,
bag
And I robbed the pilot
Forty million streams in a year, yeah
That's kind of priceless
Finna do a show overseas
I gotta fly to Iceland
I be chasing
a bon, bon vie
Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv
Think you got us fooled, ooh never again
First time, shame on me, second time, your time will
She want Gucci and Prada
Loius and Zara
I put put it all in the bag
Call me Tony Montana
Fly to Atlanta
Boy I ain't checking the tag
I never Miss
Crazy how it feels tonight
Crazy how you make it all alright love
You crush me with the things you do
I do for you anything too
Sitting, smoking,
spin in us should just be me
I need to fly, I’ve earned my wings
You love me babe, I love you back
Everybody should know you need more than that
By
do this shit by myself)
Like it's motherfuckin' solitaire (yeah)
They don't wanna play with me, they afraid of me, I know
(Listen, I don't need no
fold 'fore it's over
Taught me the solids to keep my composure
That's when I double up
Stay on the tip of my toes like it's double dutch
We peal that
Gray sky's, life was passing me by
Wanted to fly, all I had to do is try
Hate seeing my baby cry
Told her Daddy will be back
Her father's a rolling
got that shit on me
I keep that shit on me)
Lil' shorty got that shit in his pants (lil' shorty got that shit)
.40 with the dick at the end (.40
Rondo
Watch how I ball, I cop it all
This niggas hating they just wanna see me fall
Look how I ball, I cop it all
These niggas hating they just wanna see
money cuz I always play it cool
Made my girls call me papi when I was in middle school
Gotta watch all her moves, can't get played like a fool
I been
they ain't gonna give it to you
Just watch what you say, and watch who you deliver it to
Put something away, cuz you'll never know when it rains
Eastside
So please roll up my weed high
My momma always told me aim for the sky
So I came out aim in bangin' at guys
It was mainly slangin' kane by
Switching styles, pick a product (uh)
Snatching bitches by the Prada's (uh)
Hit a lick up in the Pradas (uh)
Another win for the robbers
Got that .40
Watch out watch out watch out
You better you better you better
Get back cause these bars are fully loaded
I got a mean hook riding behind me when I'm
Ghosty
Whip it, set it, flick it, chef it
Cop it, chop it, press it
Cop it, lock it, sell it
Rob it, fly it, drop it, dry it
It's there
Un, deux, trois
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information
But there's
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
itching caging about sexing
Irritated by your yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
Sit in her ass all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids
Bitch yuh
Watch out
Watch out
You better watch out bitch
You cannot jack my style
Looking at me I'm the freshest child
Louis walking and he putting
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