Lyrics
I need money like puff, gotta come on time
get a grip nigga sprint to the feddy
This is year two, living out of hotels but oh well, play dumb but they know well
france i be no l s
i could build a tent on it
Check your priorities, and ash out in dubai
This is year two, get money throw around like dick to these hoes, we never say sorry
Bring ya girls too, i get stamps from customs, we never say sorry
Get money throw around like dick to these hoes, you murky water
You murky water, bitch all of my dreams just seem so lucid
ced on the beat
Play dumb but they know well, fuck the authorities
Fuck the authorities, and ash out in dubai, them bitches wanna front
i need money like puff
Stick to the code, see db hate his job bas, play dumb bet they know well
i get stamps from customs
My nigga 500 and my niggas have a q ride, fuck the authorities
man what is life
and reg gettin fed
You get them from the club man, charge it to the budget
she a freak in them sheets all one at night
You get them from the club man, she a freak in them sheets all one at night, play dumb but they know well
I m hip to it this how you get to it, i need money like puff Last, check your priorities
Bring ya girls too, gotta come on time
Ride around the city no tints on it, i think he ll be fine
Mayor of my city i don t even campaign, she always call me on my phone sayin bassy when i see you
Fuck the authorities, you murky water
France i be no l s, they talk about the city now they talk about us bas, fuck the authorities
See db hate his job, she a freak in them sheets all one at night
gotta come on time
And we run it, she ain t heard from me
don t care nigga next year
She always call me on my phone sayin bassy when i see you, my nigga 500 and my niggas have a q ride Last, france i be no l s
I could build a tent on it, but db half way to a db9
My nigga 500 and my niggas have a q ride, you get them from the club man
i get stamps from customs
You get them from the club man, whole clique roll it
You get them from the club man, ced on the beat
Nigga get a grip, she a freak in them sheets all one at night, she always call me on my phone sayin bassy when i see you
See db hate his job, i need money like puff, you get them from the club man
France i be no l s, and gwelly my nigga
And we run it, see db hate his job
But don t tell you niggas never see me black santa in santarelli, whole clique roll it Last, whole clique roll it
See db hate his job, we never say sorry
This is year two, take another sip now
bring ya girls too
Tigers and a bear too, four hundred nights Winter, and ash out in dubai
You murky water, get a grip nigga sprint to the feddy