Lyrics

Young nigga, pass, nigga slatt (Brrt) I fell in love with this money shit Got in the game, and I'm lovin' it I gotta pray like a hunnid times I can't believe how it's comin' in I got the Patek, the Richard Mille Bustdown Rollie, AP, and the Skeleton And I just jumped out the Cullinan And I still got my soul, I ain't sellin' it And I still got my pole, I ain't tuckin' it Niggas sayin' it's love, I know it's not I just walked out the club with twenty thots And they all 'bout to fuck me right on the spot I just woke up this morning and bought a drop 'Bout to shit on these niggas, no porta pot I had to whip, then sellin' that water weight Gotta get it all to 'em before it drop I'ma keep it real with you before I lie I'ma make like a billion 'fore I die I've been keepin' that milli right on my side When I go out to Philly, it's war outside I've been layin' low, blowin' this cash, lately I done spent like a mil' on Rodeo Drive I heard my opps been mad lately I was surprised he still alive None of these niggas can kill the vibe None of these niggas can kill the vibe Bodies gon' drop, they say it's smoke It's crazy 'cause I'm on the killer's side All of my niggas still slang dope Deep in the jungle, they still alive No situations, I ain't fooled We 'bout to win, I can feel the vibe (Young Jefe Holmes) We 'bout to win, and I feel the vibes Pray that I look in my killer eyes How he ran, he still alive? (What?) We steady screamin' out "Free the guys" (What? What?) I went from a million top five (top five) You know numbers they don't lie (no sir) No I can't beef with these broke guys Our mobs that they gon' die (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm a rich nigga, wrist, call me six figures (ice) Eenie meenie miney mo, I choose a bitch, she get litter (get lit) Certified Glizzy, yeah I like to scratch niggas (boddamn) But who are you to say that I won't Be the next trigger (goddamn, goddamn) Now let me tell you 'bout myself Yeah, I'm the big boss if you didn't know (boss) And even before I had a check I was pullin' up with them different hoes (uh-uh) I bet you have love for the opps but That ain't the way they see me though I hit the opp block, Hop out with that Glock and the finger roll (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) None of these niggas can kill the vibe None of these niggas can kill the vibe Bodies gon' drop, they say it's smoke It's crazy 'cause I'm on the killer's side All of my niggas still slang dope Deep in the jungle, they still alive No situations, I ain't fooled We 'bout to win, I can feel the vibe, damn
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Marquis Amonte King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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