Letra

(CashMoneyAP) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh (There's a guy named Jennifer) yeah I was anxious, I didn't have patience It's not a loss when you lose fake ones Cross me once, and then I turn into a savage (yeah) Blowin' weddin' cake, I still won't think 'bout marriage (no) Dead broke, I couldn't watch my mama suffer (nah) Stood on that block until I got a triple-double Drew Brees, I rock Saint Laurent, fill bodies with angel dust Even if they was t-shirts, them niggas couldn't hang with us I'm pluggin' money counters, I don't wanna be famous My heart filled up with scars, lovin' me could be dangerous, oh I chase the millions tryna see how far this rappin' get me You ain't my brother, you weren't on that corner trappin' with me Nigga, where the fuck was you when I ain't have a penny? On the show, muggin' off a pill and a half of Remy I'm stuck on make a muscle mode, I never had Givenchy Check the stats, shit, if you ask me, lil' Polo grab the city The opps so broke, I'm on my shit, won't let them guys offend me They tried to catch one, so we sparked until that .9 was empty All my niggas be on bullshit, I keep a slider with me It ain't no shortage on them blicks 'cause, bitch, we ride with plenty Smith & Wessons, Glocks, and XDs, we got all kind of semis I just stay humble 'til I gotta show that savage in me My car got extra horses, I fuck with Polo G (yeah, yeah) I already had on ice, police can't tell me, "Freeze" (no) I can buy everythin', my niggas still ain't free (still ain't free) I never cried, but you can watch my eyes bleed (watch my eyes bleed) Every time I trusted niggas, they embarrassed me Yeah, want a hard body, ask that nigga Harrison I just fucked a snow bunny 'cause my chain got carats Made her pull up to the Hilton, but her name wasn't Paris My Louis V shoes like fruit, I got different pairs Police snatch me, 'fore I snitch, I'd rather get the chair I'm with my soldiers in that field like I play for the Bears Stay with some real ones, I know loyalty and trust is rare Married to the streets, but nah, this ain't no love affair These drugs killin' me, feel like my organs startin' to tear I know I'm legendary, this some shit you can't compare She seen these VVS, now she pullin' down her underwear Yeah, I was anxious, I didn't have patience It's not a loss when you lose fake ones Cross me once, and then I turn into a savage (yeah) Blowin' weddin' cake, I still won't think 'bout marriage (no) Dead broke, I couldn't watch my mama suffer (nah) Stood on that block until I got a triple-double Drew Brees, I rock Saint Laurent, fill bodies with angel dust Even if they was t-shirts, them niggas couldn't hang with us I'm pluggin' money counters, I don't wanna be famous My heart filled up with scars, lovin' me could be dangerous, oh
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Kobe Crawford, Taurus Tremani Bartlett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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