Letra

We're gettin' that money (nothing is everything), you know it ain't nothin' I wake up and put that shit on 'cause I'm stuntin' I pull up Maybach, it used to be bucket I know that they're mad, but I'm on, fuck it You ain't got no racks, you ball on a budget I'm startin' the car with the push of a button And I will not explain the dos and the doesn'ts Countin' that money, I would never front Hop out the pizzy, luggage in the trunk Hop in that 'Rari, trunk is in the front Speed off on a barbie, smokin' on some blunts (yeah) 23 shots in that Glock Got a nigga feelin' like I can dunk And it wasn't no big deal (deal) Miniscule problems, that shit shrunk (shrunk) I know they remember them days I was outside with that flame Talk down, I'm blowin' your brain (bah) Know we're the gang, sorry, I forgot your name Look, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's a lame (lame) Ooh, rememberin' names all of a sudden When you was around, I wasn't callin' you nothin' (you) Ain't really with the gang, so get the fuck from 'round me Fuck from 'round us (from 'round us), from the ground up (ground up) Look what we round up No matter the time, I'ma get in my zone Bitch, I'ma sit in my throne I'ma get straight to my goals We're gettin' that money, you know it ain't nothin' I wake up and put that shit on 'cause I'm stuntin' I pull up Maybach, it used to be bucket I know that they're mad, but I'm on, fuck it You ain't got no racks, you ball on a budget I'm startin' the car with the push of a button And I will not explain the dos and the doesn'ts Countin' that money, I would never front Hop out the pizzy, luggage in the trunk Hop in that 'Rari, trunk is in the front Speed off on a barbie, smokin' on some blunts (yeah) 23 shots in that Glock (woo) Got a nigga feelin' like I can dunk (dunk) And it wasn't no big deal (deal) Miniscule problems, that shit shrunk (shrunk)
Writer(s): Igor Mamet, Michael Lamar White Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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