Lyrics

Pull up with all my niggas in a van I just go on tour with a couple bands All my niggas good when they land We don't need a reason We don't need a reason Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, in my zone, ayy, ayy, ayy I'ma mash that work, I'ma mash that work with zero pressure, oh Comin' from that dirt, now we big spenders (hey, hey, hey) And you ain't with gang, you ain't no member I sat back, watched that money turn you sour It's on you, go and get it (yeah) I'm on my grind, ain't where the bed is (oh) I'm just tryna make my bread with my real ones Not the niggas with the red eye I've been ballin', but you know that we ain't playin' Today free my brudda, we ain't made it (right) Go down on my knees, I start prayin' Then I got back on my feet, I'm a different time, I'm not that weak But I know I won't let you down, I remember the days, got chased, touched base Jake's try take me down, fuck sake, switched plates, still buss case But them man can't track me down (grr), nobody got me then I bet they get me now (ah), you gon' respect me now If I mash this work, you gon' panic and skrrt (skrrt) Baddies gon' squirt, put my hand up her skirt Rings on water, but my hand is on dirt So I cover them with leather whenever I go work Yes, sir, I'm crackin' out if niggas want a red eye (red eye) Got more smoke then tryna make their head nod, said I I'ma mash that work with zero pressure, oh Comin' from that dirt, now we big spenders (hey, hey, hey) And you ain't with gang, you ain't no member I sat back, watch that money turn you sour It's on you, go get it (yeah) I'm on my grind, ain't where the bed is (oh) I'm just tryna make my bread with my real ones Not the niggas with the red eye (Baby) Ballin' on these niggas uncontrollably Had to tell my mama, "Ain't no controllin' me" Put diamonds in my teeth, just so the world can see If I ever get the chance, I give you everything Double C, valenteen, I ain't mean Look at the groove, listen to what I'm tellin' you All I make is money moves, pray you don't get it confused I done fell in love with lean and jewels, fell in love with bands and shoes Make sure everything brand spankin' new, sippin' on this lean, I'm gettin' back faded Upgrade to a Bentley from a Mercedes, everything I'm ridin' in the latest I been ballin', had to go find me an agent I'ma mash that work, I'ma mash that work with zero pressure, oh Comin' from that dirt, now we big spenders (hey, hey, hey) And you ain't with gang, you ain't no member I sat back, watch that money turn you sour It's on you, go get it (yeah) I'm on my grind, ain't where the bed is (oh) I'm just tryna make my bread with my real ones Not the niggas with the red eye I'm on the 840 ridin' McLaren (skrrt) They try to flex on me, you ain't a challenge (ayy, ayy) Straight out from London and we do it massive (yeah) Gorillas in the backstreet, so-so active (yeah) Fire up that booth, they call me Traporator (doo-doo-doo) And I got a blondie, call her Cinderella (ayy) I'ma double back like I was never missin' (missin') And my downfall, I know that these niggas wishin' (wishin') And I got some drip today, oh-oh (yeah) Better know my come up different, oh-oh (yeah) You havin' the same old vision, oh-oh You can't stop me, you ain't done revision I'ma mash that work with zero pressure, oh Comin' from that dirt, now we big spenders And you ain't with gang, you ain't no member I sat back, watch that money turn you sour It's on you, go get it I'm on my grind, ain't where the bed is I'm just tryna make my bread with my real ones Not the niggas with the red eye
Writer(s): Mendez Latorris Owens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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