Whoa
I bet all my s*** go platinum
Until then I'm in a 300 changed the grill up
Turn it to a baby phantom
Get it movin' pullin' phones man
Connection come at random
I couldn't plan it but I know who did
Music bumpin' they like who the kid
Ain't spend no money on no jewels and s***
It's more to it I been through this s***
Let me sit 'em down
You ain't bring no floaties on this wave
You bound to f****** drown
Baby can you back it up
I got cash in my pocket
Why you actin' up
You can feel me later
But right now you know I'm stacking up
I told my people we gon' make it
And I live up to my word
I know Reggie
He the hardest coming out of his section
He got the bars, he working in the studio
Give a f*** bout what you heard
I give a f*** bout what you heard
Man he workin' workin' workin'
Bout' to get what he deserved
In the booth he off the Hennessy
The words is kinda slurred
Out in Roma I was drinkin' Bombay up on the curb
With young Piseigi
That's my neezy
Eatin arancini
For the euro, double back
Now we in the 4 seasons
They cannot believe it
How I Belichick em' with the schemin
Yo girl swallow semen
But for you, you know she Willie Beamin
I don't throw it up
Had to come through and rough em' up
I Swear to God these other n***** ain't tough enough
I den' called yo bluff enough
I pull up the bluff and stuff
With the baddest off the s*** she rollin' up a blunt and stuff
I'm gone
I give a f*** bout what you heard
Man he workin' workin' workin'
Bout to get what he deserved
In the booth he off the Hennessy
The words is kinda slurred
In Mercedes Benz I swerve
These n***** gettin' on my nerve
I f*** the nurse
And then I finesse that bitch all up in her purse
Then I curve
Good thing she ain't catch a n**** at his worse
I got more
Persian rug, I'm layin' on the floor
Go to sleep and have these dreams of sellin' out on all these tours
Know your role fam
Built the team collect the money like the tollman
Bank used to be frozen
Now you see me out here stackin' chips
I turn the lyrics into bullets and I emptied out the clip
I'm gone
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Whoa
I bet all my s*** go platinum
Until then I'm in a 300 changed the grill up
Turn it to a baby phantom
Get it movin' pullin' phones man
Connection come at random
I couldn't plan it but I know who did
Music bumpin' they like who the kid
Ain't spend no money on no jewels and s***
It's more to it I been through this s***
Let me sit 'em down
You ain't bring no floaties on this wave
You bound to f****** drown
Baby can you back it up
I got cash in my pocket
Why you actin' up
You can feel me later
But right now you know I'm stacking up
I told my people we gon' make it
And I live up to my word
I know Reggie
He the hardest coming out of his section
He got the bars, he working in the studio
Give a f*** bout what you heard
I give a f*** bout what you heard
Man he workin' workin' workin'
Bout' to get what he deserved
In the booth he off the Hennessy
The words is kinda slurred
Out in Roma I was drinkin' Bombay up on the curb
With young Piseigi
That's my neezy
Eatin arancini
For the euro, double back
Now we in the 4 seasons
They cannot believe it
How I Belichick em' with the schemin
Yo girl swallow semen
But for you, you know she Willie Beamin
I don't throw it up
Had to come through and rough em' up
I Swear to God these other n***** ain't tough enough
I den' called yo bluff enough
I pull up the bluff and stuff
With the baddest off the s*** she rollin' up a blunt and stuff
I'm gone
I give a f*** bout what you heard
Man he workin' workin' workin'
Bout to get what he deserved
In the booth he off the Hennessy
The words is kinda slurred
In Mercedes Benz I swerve
These n***** gettin' on my nerve
I f*** the nurse
And then I finesse that bitch all up in her purse
Then I curve
Good thing she ain't catch a n**** at his worse
I got more
Persian rug, I'm layin' on the floor
Go to sleep and have these dreams of sellin' out on all these tours
Know your role fam
Built the team collect the money like the tollman
Bank used to be frozen
Now you see me out here stackin' chips
I turn the lyrics into bullets and I emptied out the clip
I'm gone
I bet all my s*** go platinum
Until then I'm in a 300 changed the grill up
Turn it to a baby phantom
Get it movin' pullin' phones man
Connection come at random
I couldn't plan it but I know who did
Music bumpin' they like who the kid
Ain't spend no money on no jewels and s***
It's more to it I been through this s***
Let me sit 'em down
You ain't bring no floaties on this wave
You bound to f****** drown
Baby can you back it up
I got cash in my pocket
Why you actin' up
You can feel me later
But right now you know I'm stacking up
I told my people we gon' make it
And I live up to my word
I know Reggie
He the hardest coming out of his section
He got the bars, he working in the studio
Give a f*** bout what you heard
I give a f*** bout what you heard
Man he workin' workin' workin'
Bout' to get what he deserved
In the booth he off the Hennessy
The words is kinda slurred
Out in Roma I was drinkin' Bombay up on the curb
With young Piseigi
That's my neezy
Eatin arancini
For the euro, double back
Now we in the 4 seasons
They cannot believe it
How I Belichick em' with the schemin
Yo girl swallow semen
But for you, you know she Willie Beamin
I don't throw it up
Had to come through and rough em' up
I Swear to God these other n***** ain't tough enough
I den' called yo bluff enough
I pull up the bluff and stuff
With the baddest off the s*** she rollin' up a blunt and stuff
I'm gone
I give a f*** bout what you heard
Man he workin' workin' workin'
Bout to get what he deserved
In the booth he off the Hennessy
The words is kinda slurred
In Mercedes Benz I swerve
These n***** gettin' on my nerve
I f*** the nurse
And then I finesse that bitch all up in her purse
Then I curve
Good thing she ain't catch a n**** at his worse
I got more
Persian rug, I'm layin' on the floor
Go to sleep and have these dreams of sellin' out on all these tours
Know your role fam
Built the team collect the money like the tollman
Bank used to be frozen
Now you see me out here stackin' chips
I turn the lyrics into bullets and I emptied out the clip
I'm gone
Writer: Reginald Harvey
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