Tekst Utworu

(Pooh, you a fool for this one) Yeah I'm tryna take off like a rocket ship She told me, "Boy, put down that cup," 'cause it's killin' me, got some advice from my doctor bitch I made a blueprint and it's for you, my niggas, it feel like my biggest accomplishment I grew in the trenches, just boys in the hood and I ride for my niggas like Monster did You workin', I'm workin' too Sunday, I'm cleanin' my dirty shoes I took brodie clothes and I went to school That money can't help you forget the truth Just knock down your shots when you hit your move Them mans in my pocket, got me switch and move These niggas ain't right, so they diss his groove They tellin' me shit that I'm tellin' you Just follow your gut, what I tell the youth I went to the game with my chains on Some shit I learned, wish I never knew That money machine my ringtone You know how it is, you know how it get Just make sure you livin' with zero regrets I looked in the mirror and couldn't notice myself When my pockets were bulgin', I Polo my belt, for real Kids scream, "Beamer," when I'm in these streets Left wrist Picasso, masterpiece Free my wolves and enhance the beef I know God got plans for me Know opp niggas like fans to me Rap game still got bags for cheap You're up, that's doin' bad to me I don't flex bands, I'm stashin' these Kids scream, "Beamer," when I'm in these streets Left wrist Picasso, masterpiece Free my wolves and enhance the beef I know God got plans for me Know opp niggas like fans to me Rap game still got bags for cheap You're up, that's doin' bad to me I don't flex bands, I'm stashin' these You workin', I'm workin' too That bitch that you with just a fuck, she ain't worth some food I'm thirsty for purple juice I can get 60 for Perkys, the 30 blue I need me a turban too I'm blowin' on gas, my prices be raisin' like every day Pimpin', made money off Mary J Turn up the tracks in a figure eight I had to visit my jeweler, he told me I'm cooler than all this ice in here Man, my whole life been a movie, I traveled the world, I made sure the price was fair Man, it's a dirty world, I'm keepin' it on me, they thought I had license to carry You know it's pure in my heart, but my violence be dark, it's startin' to bother my spirit No cut shit, too raw for they ears No cuffs on, I'ma switch 'em for diamonds Time is money, this bitch'll get thousands Investin' in watches, ain't fuckin' with houses I'm on G6s, two hoes in the shower We on G6s, they over the clouds First I was sick, but I'm over it now I had to tell baby, "You know what I got, you know where I come from" Ain't buyin' these tickets these niggas be sellin', I know they ain't done nothin' You get it, just keep that shit to yourself, I'm keepin' it one hundred Missed school since a youngin, I'm tight with the bird, I'm feelin' like Young Money You know what I mean, mean
Writer(s): Babyface Ray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out