First off Rest In Peace to my nigga Brett
Now that i got that off my chest
Sit back ina Mercedes
Black 500 Benz
Paid n full
Of course the Cuban link gold
Uzi on my lap
When i ride around
Nigga think he gon catch me slippin
It ain't going down like that
On the road the to riches
Gotta be careful cause muf*ckas a hate chu
Trick you out yo position
And therefore then replace you
Honestly that's some shit i can't relate to
You got a Rari i got a Rari
C'mon let's race bruh
I ain't got time to wait bruh
Money missions stashing Lamborghini's
In safe house mansions
Time to add more expansions
I get a fraction of every transaction
Shit got me dancing like I'm Mike Jackson
Tracksuit fashion cause my girl
Say it me look handsome
Always get the ransom
These niggas wish for advances
I'm outchea taking my chances
Now let's who gon win the race
Built this shit brick by brick
Now we talking real estate
Or a couple years up state
Either way play it cool and make out
Straight
Mustang Shelby 1969
For the getaway
Sky blue with a Texas plate
Spanish shawty ridin shotty with a shotty
Bound a catch a body
Okay Kemosahbee
In I'm Abu Dhabi
Dressed like Yahshua
Feelin godly
I like the way this fabric cloth
Feel on my body
Sippin sake with my posse
Havin secret meetings like we ina illuminati
That money don't come second to nothin
Gotta get that loot
For that bread niggas rob and shoot
Sell dope to they family too
Ain't it f*cked up what that paper make em do
I'm on court side at any sport events
I'm attending too
Never sold dope
But I'm collecting
Revenue off the avenue
Might spark a bag or two