Rumors 3

Toast up, ****, got a bottle in the air

I finally can say a **** done made it

Toast up, ****, got mo' money than ever

I can tell most of these **** hated

Hold up ****, put my dawgs on a level

We gon' all ball out like the Pacers

Switchin' that car, yeah, the latest

Walk a different light, moving on different pavement

Fifty shots in the car, when I move, gotta move like I'm the president

I don't need practice, I ball like I'm AI, I know I'm the best in it

She wanna fuck 'cause I'm having this gold on my neck like the Treasury

Ran up their money, I can't let a bitch come and try to get the best of me

Come try take me, lil ****, you tryin' to come snake me, lil ****?

I got a K with me, ****, I feel like I'm Adolf, lil ****

Aye, reason I run with them killers, I point and they aiming them missiles

They on yo head for a nickel, I guarantee bet they won't miss you

'Member all them times I was done bad, couldn't call nobody?

Young **** fucked up

How a young **** had lucked up

Cash or deposit, now young **** stuck up

Ballin' real hard like the Ruckers

Runnin' from the law, can't let a **** cuff us

Supercharge my motor, got me fucked up

Grippin' at the wheel, why I'm stickin' to this muscle

****, let's go

Losin' my **** was like losing me

Love was our bond, ****, none come between

We had a vision and we had a dream

To carry this money and share with the team

Ballin' a habit, buyin' expensive things

Jump on a flight, goin' overseas

Rock out a show and watch the crowd sing, lil ****, let's go, damn

I give it back, I give it all up

I'm askin' God, can I call up?

Thinkin' 'bout times it was all us

Thumbin' through money, got my fingers sweating

I came a man when I lost my daddy

I use to stash the money in the attic

Now I go stash the money in the Patek, **** (Ice)