歌詞

Gangbangin' out the window of that brand new coupe I'm the driver n' the shooter who the fuck is you They say money make the world go round and i think it's true So i went shopping and got all of my bitches hula hoops Playing with my gang is a game you for sure going to lose Spent sixty thousand on my chain i got buddah boomin' She tired of arguing with you lames she loving the crew This kind of car be doing it's thang she loving the moves Iced out, bussdown she blowing my thang im throwin up gang she lovin a goon I'm in a coupe making it rain with nothing on the roof I'm the driver n' the shooter who the fuck is you I'm the driver n' the shooter who the fuck is you Be thuggin' out here with them toolys and them gutter guns Get money out here for the win are you a fucking loser Please stay from around me if your energy ain't up an to it My niggas up an to it, it ain't nothing to it Hit your block hit your whole gang, when we up the doors Ready or not this ain't no game make you duck with yours Everybody drop we didn't leave no lames we just up the score Came to the top in my own lane ain't need none you whores Straight from the black really the whole thing now the house double doors Fuck with not whole gang up, nigga it's stuck with yours Shout out to God this ain't no luck nigga we grind it for it Gangbangin' out the window of that brand new coupe I'm the driver n' the shooter who the fuck is you They say money make the world go round and i think it's true So i went shopping and got all of my bitches hula hoops Playing with my gang is a game you for sure going to lose Spent sixty thousand on my chain i got buddah boomin' She tired of arguing with you lames she loving the crew This kind of car be doing it's thang she loving the moves Iced out, bussdown she blowing my thang im throwin up gang she lovin a goon I'm in a coupe making it rain wit nothing on the roof I'm the driver n' the shooter who the fuck is you
Writer(s): Christopher Markham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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