Letras

Really real, no, this is not for play (Not for play) I see you and you see me, you wanna ride the wave (Ride the wave) I could spot you from a mile away (Mile away) Tapped the gas, and I'm gone, this is not a race I just bought some racks in I've been, what's happenin'? It's just me and my guys, I've got no rap friends You ain't see the front, but talking back ends I see the money, whoa Pick and roll, give and go I see the money, whoa Pick and roll, give and go I see the money, whoa Pick and roll, give and go I see the money, whoa Pick and roll, give and go (Go) Oh my god Three cars Five jobs Slam dunk Off the live Shawty said she got the whap, I just want the W.A.P Postin' money on the Snap, that'll get you robbed Nike, Nike Tech Shot, shot wet Three dice, bet Head crack, flex This is not a question, I don't ever practice Never actin', always active Back in 2010, we was sippin' Activis Now these beats are takin' damage like my kidneys is Already got the crib, I think it's time to flood up my wrist Baguettes along her neck, I just iced out my chick It's not what you know, but what you do with it I do it the best, don't care if you did it Stayed down 'til I came up, now I'm too in it Make money in my sleep, I'm a true business I need a Louie bag for all this cash or somethin' Can't fit it in my pockets, got me mad or somethin' Hit a ten-two to a twenty, now it's addin' up I'm not braggin', I'm just baggin' up Yeah I see the money, whoa Pick and roll, give and go I see the money, whoa Pick and roll, give and go I see the money, whoa Pick and roll, give and go I see the money, whoa Pick and roll, give and go (Go)
Writer(s): Seamus Mcnamara, Nicholas Sprague Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out