Lyrics:
Sitting down by my window
Honey, looking out at the rain
Sitting down by my window, looking out at the rain
All around that I felt it
All I can
(wow)
She miss my income (okay)
You know I got big funds (wow)
Stack it up and then some (yeah)
Real nigga in yo system (whoa)
In yo system (whoa
(whoa, oh)
Girls are not smiling
The stars have gone out
The man with the landslide
Got his head in the ground
Like an unopened letter
Left under
gold
I ain't talkin bout no rainbow
If money is not in the convo
Then it's over nigga case closed
Pot O Gold, Pot O Gold (Whoa)
Pot O Gold, Pot O Gold
Out of tune is the choir
Feeling like a man on fire
No one knows I'm an innocent man
Foreign in my own homeland
Hearsay and speculation
Point
Ooh, oh why, oh why
Ooh, oh why, oh why
Got you (oh, yeah, yeah)
I got a hold of you (oh yeah, ooh whoa)
You said you out to see
How we roll
Drop top I'm whippin' foreigns with these bad bitches
Block party and I just pull up with me savages
Like I'm a genie rub up on me put some back in
wait to get out
Fell in love out of college
Good man for a bad year
Visions of sugarplums and boxes of roses
All my girlfriends cried, and I was outta
and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa
Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (whoa
'll never change.
Well you're right, 'cause I don't give a fuck.
Everyone keeps trying to get underneath my skin,
By telling me 'bout what you said as if I
to see my wife get out the hospital
Yet panic has us by the brain
This stress is set, demonstrable
Reality is no one is responsible
And useless is
gotta stay selective (Whoa, whoa)
They all want a piece, I gotta stay collective (Contra)
Hundred million just to put it in perspective (Money)
They all
Just wishing to be blinded
By you
Brand new
And we were pilgrims on our way
You're so cynical, I need a miracle
To make some sense out
bottom I ain't get nobody help
I had to climbing up out the gutter I had to do that shit myself
I had to cut off all them haters I can do bad by myself
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I walked up in that bitch
With five, tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids on me (woo, woo)
(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
(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
(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
Whoa, whoa, and I will never leave ya
Whoa, whoa, and I will never leave ya
I'm still lovin' you, like it was the first time
I'm still lovin' you,
Ya
I'm back
Yeah
I'm coming hard like a bad cramp
Something like a charlie horse up in ya back
My intentions ain't nice you tell by the look on my
Block hot still tote my 380
Gotta bad ass bitch don't give a fuck what I got
She just wana fuck and shop bring me food to the spot whoa
Give massages rub
Threw it all out in a ditch
Broken down when I was sick
Gotta build it back up brick by brick
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I left my home today
I
Check it out
Inch by inch, mile by mile, what I do I do in style
You got your leather, la-lace, long and lean
Ballistic a lipstick dream machine
O-o-obsession
Check it out
Inch by inch, mile by mile, what I do I do in style
You got your leather, la-lace, long and lean
Ballistic a lipstick dream
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