歌詞
Feet walking on marble floors
King shit toilet bowl trimmed with gold
White feather in my hat with my eye in a scope
Tryna laugh too find who supplying the jokes
Bud punched my lung I still want smoke
Cloth cut from keep a switchblade in the coat
The real rags to riches story you gotta love me
Went from top Ramen to tip in the waitress lovely
Outfit cost too much You can't hug me
Mama said keep my hands to myself so I'm only touching money
Show the hard work and they still say it's lucky
Put the roof in the trunk any day that it's sunny
Toast to the winners with a cup filled with bubbly
Laughing at the fact, haters thinking they can touch me
Put that on my bro soul rest in peace Chucky
Goats start to hide whenever my teams hunting
Pack him out outside then party like it was nothing
Dogs in disguise with a sniper on the roof
Walk around feeling just as good as I look
Rather break rules fools living by the book
If I ain't got all mines, then yours getting took
Seafood be the dude they all warned you about
No need
To show off when you're born with the clout
Indeed
I start to punch on who running their mouth
Swiftly
Buck 50 up his face then we out
Quickly
As the Stacey Adam press on a gas pedal
Bumping Suga Free or Aaron Neville
The type to put gold D's on a space shuttle
Then ride around mad, blasting the heavy metal
It's hard to feel pressure
Bible and my gun side-by-side on the dresser
Born during winter, I can storm any weather
Thinking how I'm gonna get me a bag by any measure
You and your girl sharing a coupe together
Trying to stunt like this you'll work a double shift forever
I'm fully with the extras
In the winner circle you ain't going cause your effort
And simply I won't let you
Written by: Bryan Ramsey Jr., DaiQuan Ray
