Lyrics

Through the city, give a fuck about a bitch On my mind, yea im tryna hit a Aye, huh, fersher Ridin' through the city give a fuck about a bitch Money on my mind, yea I'm tryna hit a lick You ain't never seen a nigga quite like this I can take your wife no ice on the wrist Ridin' through the city give a fuck about a bitch Money on my mind, yea I'm tryna hit a lick You ain't never seen a nigga quite like this I can take your wife no ice on the wrist Self made nigga ain't no hand outs I'm a little different, ima stand out I just do the work and let it pan out He did all that hatin' he a fan now Sports mode AMG kit Real business man I don't need this Turn the party into freaknik Thick bitch, she don't play no defense, I'm just Ridin' through the city give a fuck about a bitch Money on my mind, yea I'm tryna hit a lick You ain't never seen a nigga quite like this I can take your wife no ice on the wrist Ridin' through the city give a fuck about a bitch Money on my mind, yea I'm tryna hit a lick You ain't never seen a nigga quite like this I can take your wife no ice on the wrist Yea, no ice on me RIP to Virgil all this Off-White on me I just bought out all the fazo's all this frost white on me I just came in with my slimes, don't get crossed out homie Do you bad, they gon do his ass It's a shame my nigga throw his life away for a gucci bag And I'm riding through the city with my stick Guard yo door 'cause I might kick Left the crib without my AP on my wrist but I'm Ridin' through the city give a fuck about a bitch Money on my mind, yea I'm tryna hit a lick You ain't never seen a nigga quite like this I can take your wife no ice on the wrist Ridin' through the city give a fuck about a bitch Money on my mind, yea I'm tryna hit a lick You ain't never seen a nigga quite like this I can take your wife no ice on the wrist I can take your wife no ice No ice
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