Everybody sitting reminiscing
Walked in and I got everybody's attention
Brown skin
This that coco butter
Not that vaseline
Niggas make-up stories more than Maybelline
But Im top dollar
L'Oréal
Cant nobody come between
Im the one they look up to
They trust too
Im the realest nigga
And I bet you wish you was to
Walk up in the function
They not looking at you
Gold chains on
Always gotta rock 2
Hit em with that 1, 2
Stepping like Ciara
Come and light my body up
Nicki, David Guetta
Pull of in a sprinter
Woah woah nigga
Im the best contender
I just spilled my drink on my brand new mink
Woah woah bitch
Wtf is this
You are not soldier
Got it tatted on ya wrist
The highest on the list
Ima get paid til the ends
Ima beast up in the booth
Got a hunnid wins
If they hating
They just mad cuz they paper thin
All these loose leaf bitches
You blow in the wind
Once you gone
You could never come back again
In my bag like Birkin
All these niggas lurking
All up on my page but you know that I be curving
If we on the stage
Yeah you know that Ima burn em
Said he was the best but you know we never heard em
Swerving on the road
Doin 69
You ain't a real street nigga
You ain't did no time
See thru niggas like blinds
You are not on my mind
Shake the ass automatic
Yeah thats really a crime
Booty clapping
Yeah my bitch Pinky first in line
Gold chainz and some gold fangs
Gotta lot of people doing bad things
How I do it
You could never do this shit the same
Gimme all of the money
Yeah I would never change
Rapping like a gun to my head
Heard I was coming and yeah all them niggas fled
Iron man
Ima ride til I'm dead
Never snitching
Giving up to the feds
I got a new plan
I dont want your man
Oh you fly baby cuz you rocking name brand
Get flewed out
Right before they let school out
Woah woah
Dont touch my gold chain
Thats a no go
You gone make me go insane
You a broke hoe
Only in it for the fame
Oh noo
T. Dolla
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Everybody sitting reminiscing
Walked in and I got everybody's attention
Brown skin
This that coco butter
Not that vaseline
Niggas make-up stories more than Maybelline
But Im top dollar
L'Oréal
Cant nobody come between
Im the one they look up to
They trust too
Im the realest nigga
And I bet you wish you was to
Walk up in the function
They not looking at you
Gold chains on
Always gotta rock 2
Hit em with that 1, 2
Stepping like Ciara
Come and light my body up
Nicki, David Guetta
Pull of in a sprinter
Woah woah nigga
Im the best contender
I just spilled my drink on my brand new mink
Woah woah bitch
Wtf is this
You are not soldier
Got it tatted on ya wrist
The highest on the list
Ima get paid til the ends
Ima beast up in the booth
Got a hunnid wins
If they hating
They just mad cuz they paper thin
All these loose leaf bitches
You blow in the wind
Once you gone
You could never come back again
In my bag like Birkin
All these niggas lurking
All up on my page but you know that I be curving
If we on the stage
Yeah you know that Ima burn em
Said he was the best but you know we never heard em
Swerving on the road
Doin 69
You ain't a real street nigga
You ain't did no time
See thru niggas like blinds
You are not on my mind
Shake the ass automatic
Yeah thats really a crime
Booty clapping
Yeah my bitch Pinky first in line
Gold chainz and some gold fangs
Gotta lot of people doing bad things
How I do it
You could never do this shit the same
Gimme all of the money
Yeah I would never change
Rapping like a gun to my head
Heard I was coming and yeah all them niggas fled
Iron man
Ima ride til I'm dead
Never snitching
Giving up to the feds
I got a new plan
I dont want your man
Oh you fly baby cuz you rocking name brand
Get flewed out
Right before they let school out
Woah woah
Dont touch my gold chain
Thats a no go
You gone make me go insane
You a broke hoe
Only in it for the fame
Oh noo
T. Dolla
Walked in and I got everybody's attention
Brown skin
This that coco butter
Not that vaseline
Niggas make-up stories more than Maybelline
But Im top dollar
L'Oréal
Cant nobody come between
Im the one they look up to
They trust too
Im the realest nigga
And I bet you wish you was to
Walk up in the function
They not looking at you
Gold chains on
Always gotta rock 2
Hit em with that 1, 2
Stepping like Ciara
Come and light my body up
Nicki, David Guetta
Pull of in a sprinter
Woah woah nigga
Im the best contender
I just spilled my drink on my brand new mink
Woah woah bitch
Wtf is this
You are not soldier
Got it tatted on ya wrist
The highest on the list
Ima get paid til the ends
Ima beast up in the booth
Got a hunnid wins
If they hating
They just mad cuz they paper thin
All these loose leaf bitches
You blow in the wind
Once you gone
You could never come back again
In my bag like Birkin
All these niggas lurking
All up on my page but you know that I be curving
If we on the stage
Yeah you know that Ima burn em
Said he was the best but you know we never heard em
Swerving on the road
Doin 69
You ain't a real street nigga
You ain't did no time
See thru niggas like blinds
You are not on my mind
Shake the ass automatic
Yeah thats really a crime
Booty clapping
Yeah my bitch Pinky first in line
Gold chainz and some gold fangs
Gotta lot of people doing bad things
How I do it
You could never do this shit the same
Gimme all of the money
Yeah I would never change
Rapping like a gun to my head
Heard I was coming and yeah all them niggas fled
Iron man
Ima ride til I'm dead
Never snitching
Giving up to the feds
I got a new plan
I dont want your man
Oh you fly baby cuz you rocking name brand
Get flewed out
Right before they let school out
Woah woah
Dont touch my gold chain
Thats a no go
You gone make me go insane
You a broke hoe
Only in it for the fame
Oh noo
T. Dolla
Writer: Tamon Farley
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