Lyrics

Yeah It's a lot of kings in this room (Nigga) In the room (Room) It's a lot of kings in the room I've been gettin' money, I don't know care what they assume I've been going off like I don't got nothin' to lose We've been makin hits since like 1992 I wasn't alive, but I still was making moves Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do You're fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you Big body bands blowin' gas out the roof Nigga think it's sweet until I punched him in his tooth We're some real steppers, really goin' with the mood He thought he had the juice until he came up on the news No cap, I was born to drip I tell them niggas come and get me, I ain't runnin' from shit My broski keep a Glock .30 just to unload a clip He ain't shootin' shots to miss if he bustin' some rip Real hot boy like wait it, oh, I'm on my grind Bitch told me I'm a lunatic, I'm out my mind Got them diamonds Fiji in my mouth, you see me shine Niggas leechin', tryna stick to me like porcupine You was loyal and then you turned fake (Fake) I don't want none of your love, I'd rather stack cake (Cake) I don't make of these songs with a straight face (Face) Foreign stepper on my sneaker, that's a cool ape (Ape) It's a lot of kings in the room I've been gettin' money, I don't know care what they assume I've been going off like I don't got nothin' to lose We've been makin hits since like 1992 I wasn't alive, but I still was making moves Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do You're fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you Diamond choker chain, could've fucked her in the pool I dropped out of college to sell weed then hit the stu' Mad because I made it and it didn't work for you My bitch stay in Chanel, she don't wear no Jimmy Choo We ran up them numbers, being us, fuck being cool I ain't sell my soul, I stayed the same, I team the truth What you know about getting that work, making it poof? Bitch we smokin' gas, that's why there's puffings in the room (It's a lot of kings in the room) I've been gettin' money, I don't know care what they assume I've been going off like I don't got nothin' to lose We've been makin hits since like 1992 I wasn't alive, but I still was making moves Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do You're fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you
Writer(s): Kimetrius Foose, Benjamin A. Sturdivant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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