Letra

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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