Lyrics

I be dressing got no stylist She just want ha a Nigga who got it Tooo much cash what is a wallet My shit crazy mental asylum I like money sex and violence I'm bout I'm to hop on private She tryna get me in private Niggas ain't real kinda they kinda fraud Smoking this shit from California My shit different I can't call it 2 Door coupe I valet park it All of my diamonds got a spark Niggas ain't doing no back and forth I got the got drip go mop the floor We at the spot it's poppin off She keep callin block the call Cooking this shit I got dat sauce Niggas know I'm off my rock I make niggas paranoid All my shit be off the wall Stepping like I'm 10 feet tall She gimmie head like Tylenol I party hard like Mars gras I'm just warming up and shit I pull up they swarm and shit Just one time I worn the shit Niggas be spitting dat corny shit Stick to the code I own this shit Stick to the code I'm so legit New monclier I'm cold as shit Turks and Caicos cause I'm bored Play with my money I'm starting a war 24/7 I'm tryna record I got the shit that you cannot afford I'm in this Bentley I'm swinging the door I'm prolly doing this fa the cause She love the style I'm so New York My shit fire I carry da torch Way too lit prolly drunk me a quart Niggas is bums be needing support Come to the spot and it's like a resort They gone put a young Niggas on Forbes Niggas is dead Corpse Morgue Suit and a tie when I'm walking in court Cool 10k when I walk out the store Repesado for the win Back in the day was coke and hen I pray to god I know Ima sin I swear to god I know ima win I'm in ha mouth like I was a mint I see the cops I'm gone with the wind S550 it came the tints Hop on jet bout to go to Berlin Niggas ain't got it I got it within Niggas ain't scared I'm dropping a pin
Writer(s): Maurice Nixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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