![]() Sittin’ on my lap ‘cause I’m pullin’ her tracks and I fuck from the back ‘cause she callin’ me handsome (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I be around with three million dollars in jewelry, I’m standin’ on all the blocksīlack Rolls truck with the all-white seats, remind me of sittin’ on Panda, mmm I got the city on lock, uh, fuckin’ up all the opps Then I pulled up on the Lamb’ ‘cause she a fan of Boonie Moe ![]() Goin’ to Cali, I pick up my weed for sure, nobody gon’ mail me shitĭice game, Craps and Cee-Lo, I need cash, don’t sell me shitīaby got his hood on smash, yeah, you can tell they really richĭrop the load, ain’t no room right now, I took her to the O I’m in the Lambo’ truck in my hood, nobody gon’ tell me shit I’d rather fuck her and pay up her rent for a year just to get out of her feelings I’ll give her forty, fifty thousand cash to start up a business Niggas be tough on the ‘net, but really be there for attentionīut really be beggin’ me under my pictures Soon as I get on his ass, they gon’ look at me better, like, “Damn, he was fuckin’ with me,” yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Struggle what made me, we used to have water for dinner, we didn’t have nothin’ to eat Youngest in charge, I speak for the streets These niggas be cappin’, them cars be leased She don’t got a mortgage, moved in with her niece Watch me run this shit to the tippity-top, yeah (Keep goin’) One person come tell me, we fuck up your block Yeah, she think I’m a regular rapper, I’m not You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes) You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes) ![]() Soon as they say we can’t come, you know we’ll run ‘round that bitch They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks I want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that shit hurt my wristĪll these hoes fuck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get They makin’ it hard, this shit really easy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I show ‘em the facts, now they all need me I said, “I’m the one,” they didn’t believe me I seen a preacher get caught for cheatin’ It’s the middle of the summer, I got a hoodie on We the ones who got the numbers, who put the city on You know Trappy just got out, I ain’t have to put him on ![]() I got rich off strong, we get ’em in and get ‘em gone You know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her home This my life, do what I want, I be with different hoes Scratched a million off my checklist three years agoĪdd two zeros to the one, I’m in a different mode ![]()
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