Lyrics

Take your time Yo Balmain Stay on my feet ma I be in the ball light Nigga it's G. time I be drippin all ice Nigga's is cheap wine It's in your blood line Heard it the grapevine The world wants to eat me Please bitch I'm the hook line The look in my eyes Got these nigga's shook and crying Imma divide Imma divide Fuck up your hymen Fuck up Your visor like Malik's Room Malik's Room Malik's Room Malik's Room Doing what it takes to get rich I'm doing I'm doing What it takes to get rich Doing what it takes to get rich I'm doing I'm doing What it takes to get rich Doing what it takes to get rich I'm doing I'm doing What it takes to get rich Doing what it takes to get rich I'm doing I'm doing What it takes to get rich Pour up more Of course I'm hot shit Mr. Noir My flows the nicest I want more these gorgeous Nice whips Pull up the Royce to the Porsche I like it I'm just that boy with coin They call me Mr. Five gears Mr. who what Yuh done know I'm here Ahead of my years That's the light years I'm in my bag And fully fashion Hailing From saks But fuck the the tag Imma just Snag it Then get the blastin My automatic Then get the cash and dip I like to bag they goals Porsche pushing past them hoes Damn I'm cold Adjusting my hip Consider the rest I'm ready And my trigger Stretch Malik's Room Malik's Room Malik's Room Malik's Room Doing what it takes Doing Doing what it takes I'm doing what it takes Doing Doing what it takes I'm doing what it takes I'm doing I'm doing what it takes I'm doing what it takes to get rich I'm doing I'm doing What it takes to get rich
Writer(s): Malik Brizan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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