Lyrics
Some way up in houston, some way up in houston
girl you know you gotta throw that
Pulled up in the foreign from a block away vroom, i m cold hearted bout this money i don t care how you feel my nigga, and i ain t even tripping on your bitch homeboy i don t want that bird
If it ain t about the money nigga, ciroq for the hoes
All my niggas stay down, still down with the day ones
if ya talking about the money boy
What you talking about, all this champagne bottles in this motherfucking club girl you know you gotta, cuz they ain t be no snitching over here mothafucka don t you ever bring the
shits real my nigga
Bitch stop now, girl you know you gotta throw that, but a nigga still flexing and i m way up in texas
but a nigga still flexing and i m way up in texas
All my niggas with the gang and you know they gon throwed at, i don t wanna wear it Chevy, it s only god that i m fearing
all my niggas stay down
And i ain t even tripping on your bitch homeboy i don t want that bird, got a heavy plan for it though
Cuz they ain t be no snitching over here mothafucka don t you ever bring the, if you repping this club
all my niggas stay down
real money will be rocking the club
Pull up with yo main bitch, yeah all them niggas my niggas
if ya talking about the money boy
bitch stop now
and your bitch still texting
Real money will be rocking the club, all my niggas stay down
All them niggas my niggas, i be having drinks on how high a nigga get that shit for low
some way up in houston
i be having drinks on how high a nigga get that shit for low
All them niggas my niggas, pulled up in the foreign from a block away vroom Woods, but a nigga still flexing and i m way up in texas
I ain t scared of no nigga, ciroq for the hoes