Ricky Kanes - GSM Lyrics

If it ain't bout that money, no need to speak If it ain't genuine, then why we gon' meet
I got that Prada on my wallet, pushin' P
On the E-Way in the foreign, goin' 103
I leave this shit all on her face like its Mabeline,
Ohhhh hey, f*ck your team, f*ck your power and your sovereignty
I keep that 300 blackout, lil AR with me
And if he reachin' for my chain, send him to the saints
I am not Bill, but I'll send him to the gates
Better play your cards right, don't play where you stay
Yeaahhh, Don't play where you stay
Yeaahhh, Don't play where you lay
Yeaahhh, Diamonds in the chain
Yeaahhh, Cartier its stainless
How you gonna say? You don't get no money How you gonna say? You don't get no hoes
How you gonna say? You ain't got no motion
How you gonna get no money, no How you how you don't get no money, whoa Hey, that's a no-go, thats a no
Yeaahhh, Get some money
Yeaahhh, She get wet like tsunamis
Yeaahhh, I won't ask about her bodies' Yeaahhh, Im smokin' herb she doin' Pilates
Yeaahhh, I just got rich, ain't buyin' no Rari
Yeahhh, I ain't losin' myself, I'ma hit that target
Yeaahhh, Yeah, yeah, yeaahhh