Lyrics

Slow Motion I'm floating Hard top and the wheels in motion sipping on potion Got the notion to make cash that green I'm scooping White on white my vehicles getting married Black on black the future looking scary Green on green stacking cheese real heavy Brown on brown I be the shit don't compare me To another in the game, double cup switching lanes All about the Benjamin's, never do it for the fame Switch it up not the same Like 11 November I be a vet in the game We point out the suckas that's tanking the game Remove em and school em, we're just not the same I'm stacking and holding real deep in the game I'll never be hating keep doing ya thang You dudes be sitting at home on your phone looking at glamour and ice Worry bout you life, don't believe what u see that shit overhyped When it come to the bread I hop on my feet and I do the money run Y'all dudes most be dumb, messing around just for the fun You need to quit it, u need to stop it Sriracha my potnas srirachi my pockets Like oj da juiceman I'm stacking my gualla Don't know how to lead u know how to follow All I care about family and dollas, gotta work hard cause it ain't no tomorrow Put God first and then everything follows Complain I never do, making new avenues Paving and digging, and hustle for revenue You boys be acting out, what cha talking bout Stacks to your face so I guess you're papered out 55 boys when you roll no girls allowed You Look kind of funny, with the skirts and purses wow Let me stop right there, you chasing them models The Blanches and Blaire's I'm politicking Similar to a Mayor Casting votes to get they ass outta here They Remake the same and chasing the fame I do it for cheddar, that's what I proclaim You rolling and drinking, you making and pimpin' You ain't got no broads you faking and simpin' You dudes be sitting at home on your phone looking at glamour and ice Worry bout you life, don't believe what u see that shit overhyped When it come to the bread I hop on my feet and I do the money run Y'all dudes most be dumb, messing around just for the fun You need to quit it, u need to stop it Sriracha my potnas srirachi my pockets Like oj da juiceman I'm stacking my gualla Don't know how to lead u know how to follow All I care about family and dollas, gotta work hard cause it ain't no tomorrow Put God first and then everything follows
Writer(s): Kenneth Dukes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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