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Roberto Vazquez
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Turnin it up
Livin it up
All of this money I making with feet Saint Lauren
Flying in a private jet, all of this ice on my neck
Bad bitch right on my side
She gon be my ride or die
Pull up wit a glock on yo bitch make her past of your life
Now I be getting the stacks all legit
Puttin my city no cap on the map with respect
Lambo so low gotta squad to get in
Back in the day had to hustle up my way for the dimes
Was broke no hope had to fight to survive
Now they be calling my phone to say hi
Cause I'm a big dog y'all fuckers cant reach us we high
Livin it up like our last days on this earth
Doing moves like its chess to beat my foes straight to the curb
Order champagne on a private plane for my women who is real main
High class but don't play no games
Don't care bout the money that I make or the way that I be racking up the charts with my name
Yeah
I be CEO in this bitch, I don't got a stylist I just walk in the drip
Poppin at these shows like a zit
I remember back in the days getting fucked over by the cops
Now I'm running with security and glizzy on my side shit is hot
They be talking but i made it but they know damn well on my first day they were hatin'
Shutin' out my ears all the time like a window when right on my grind
I was an outlaw
I was the one they were saying would end up in jail for drug charge
Locked up for years couldn't seem to cope
Up in my mind just i wanted to grow
Makin some money and getting respect upon all the doubters and foes
Now i be living my life so lavish and savage promise no joke
Turnin it up
Livin it up
All of this money I making with feet Saint Lauren
Flying in a private jet, all of this ice on my neck
Bad bitch right on my side
She gon be my ride or die
Pull up wit a glock on yo bitch make her past of your life
Now I be getting the stacks all legit
Puttin my city no cap on the map with respect
Lambo so low gotta squad to get in
Back in the day had to hustle up my way for the dimes
Was broke no hope had to fight to survive
Now they be calling my phone to say hi
Cause I'm a big dog y'all fuckers cant reach us we high
Writer(s): Roberto Vazquez
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