Letra

I always wanted to stunt so hard I always wanted to ride that whip I always wanted to fuck that bitch Thank you God I fucked that bitch I always wanted to live this life I always wanted to wear that ice I always wanted paradise I always wanted paradise Look, Now it don't take a lot to make you rich. I'm addicted to a lot of crazy shit But I feel like money is the best drug Sometimes hate can be the best love. Walkin' in like I got cameras on me Niggas can't control me, ain't no handles on me Shit don't get outta hand; it get handled homie Gotta pretty young girl look like Janet on me She a pretty penny and she know I'm doing numbers 'til we crash up the whole data base I bring her home like I'm base-to-base-to-base Closet lookin' like Planet of the Bathin' Apes Whatchu think this life just landed on me? My whole city look like it's abandoned homie And we came straight out of those abandoned homes Every wish we ever had got granted homie And I never take that shit for granted Even when the marble floor and counter toppers are granite Back before I got paid any advances Back when my Rolie was tickin' no dancin' Nigga never did I slip or I panic Even if I was the captain of Titanic Ridin' thru the North Atlantic, homie. I never jump crew or abandoned, homie. All the fruits of my labor organic, homie. Makin' sure my family tree got hammocks on it And a good guy can change, especially if you short-changed. So, fuck is my ransom, homie? Money bag, money bag, money bag x4 I always wanted to stunt so hard I always wanted to ride that whip I always wanted to fuck that bitch Thank you God I fucked that bitch. I always wanted to live this life I always wanted to wear that ice I always wanted paradise I always wanted paradise. Straight up Finally famous nigga Aw damn, damn Aw damn, I'm illuminated, man, I knew I make it And I get that shit accumulated Never throwing money out, I boomerang it Finally famous over everything, that's a numerator Weed lit, yeah, it's luminated, room lookin' like it's fumigated Bitch, my crew invaded, when I walk in, man, they body to body Hol' up everybody, don't worry, man, I got it, I got it I need a hundred dollar bill, photocopy the email and copy Man, I'm going hard all season These hoes goin' both ways, offense, defense Livin' life on the deep end, F-F allegiance Beat the odds and got even What you think, that we just started, nigga? Boy, the sword just got sharper, nigga This ain't war, we just sparring, nigga I was on the rooftop with my nigga Mike Carson, nigga Shootin' that "Too Fake" video, my nigga, we all in We set ourselves apart from all our apartments Was up in Florida, no Marlins, nigga I'm that Shawn, no Marlon, nigga Look at my girl nigga, fuck yo' bae list Fuck yo' night list, fuck yo' day list, fuck yo' playlist I'm from the D, fuck your A-list I been working 8 days a week I don't even know what the fuck today is I hit the booth and I just went super saiyan I run with the purp like I play with the Ravens These bitches rant and rave I hope I never have to go back watching Everybody Loves Raymond Eating ramen, nigga, this paradise Life's a fucking paradox and pair of dice If they not rolling with you, then they parasites nigga I had that vision, it was ClearSight, nigga, Sean Don
Writer(s): Sean Michael Anderson, Marquel Middlebrooks, Willie Antonio Hansbro Jr., Michael Len Ii Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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