Lyrics

Y-Y-Y-Yung Lan On The Track Hundred Bands For A Kilo Jumped off the porch like a hood baby Supercharged Porsche cost 280 I ran it up, no stopping me Bitch these Amiris not Robin Jeans I got real niggas that'll vouch for me Youngin in his bag like groceries Prayed up like rosaries Young rich nigga make a toast to me I paid the cost I'm a boss Pockets on swole Rick Ross Audemar on Jack Frost My crib so big got lost VVs hitting no flaws Gianni Versace my draws Just made a million dollar call Coach Carter ill show you how to ball Might go fuck up the mall today Young Tom Brady I call the plays The bag touch down I'm on the way I need my money like Andale Broke ass nigga pipe down Wrist so flooded might drown I got this shit out the mud, I built my shit from the ground Yea I'm on my way up I'm stacking my paper My whole team be winning, you niggas be losing, you taking them pay cuts I ball like a layup, or Kareem with the hoop I'm Curry with the 30, ill do his ass dirty I'll show you to shoot Jumped off the porch like a hood baby Supercharged Porsche cost 280 I ran it up, no stopping me Bitch these Amiris not Robin Jeans I got real niggas that'll vouch for me Youngin' in his bag like groceries Prayed up like rosaries Young rich nigga make a toast to me I paid the cost I'm a boss Pockets on swole Rick Ross Audemar on Jack Frost My crib so big got lost VVs hitting no flaws Gianni Versace my draws Just made a million dollar call Coach Carter ill show you how to ball
Writer(s): Micah Wormley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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