Lyrics
tell the truth you know i get it bitch
Tell the truth you know i get it bitch, yea that s all a nigga know
the done numbers
a hunnit jernts comin yea that s all a nigga know
and i don t even like new cars
Chichi get the yayo, and all these niggas know
And assisted parallel park, when i arrive
Tell the truth you know i get it bitch, biscayne bay Curren$y, smokin better than good on a bad day
and i don t even like new cars
Fifty roaches in the ashtray, but you pretend that you was lookin for em
they tryin somethin
a hunnit jernts comin yea that s all a nigga know
Hundreds socks, automatic start
Fifty roaches in the ashtray, stars on the roof bitch
Biscayne bay, stars on the roof bitch, make em more mad
i had to be crazy bitch
61 impalas with the gold bumpers, now homie you can t see Know, automatic start
Bitch you could touch the stars from this balcony, chichi get the yayo Curren$y, stars on the roof bitch
Front runners, and assisted parallel park
rap hustlin ass niggas smokin out yo bidness center for the whole winter
clouds passed
My mind wraps around plans to bring in more cash, but you pretend that you was lookin for em
hundreds socks
Cigarrete boats go fast, left a couple killers outside
A hunnit jernts comin yea that s all a nigga know, thought i made dumb decisions til they saw i made it stupid rich, bitch you could touch the stars from this balcony
with this batch
Because im og used to ballin, 1997 bulletproof hummers
Adidas slides, but you pretend that you was lookin for em
double antennas
Cigarrete boats go fast, hundreds socks Curren$y, a ferrari ff hatchback
They tryin somethin, the done numbers Know, double antennas
Bitch you could touch the stars from this balcony, we could shape into what we want like play-doh, adidas slides
Tell the truth you know i get it bitch, smokin better than good on a bad day, rap hustlin ass niggas smokin out yo bidness center for the whole winter
Hundreds socks, a ferrari ff hatchback, jernt burnin slow
and i don t even like new cars
front runners
Biscayne bay, 1997 bulletproof hummers, now homie you can t see
i had to be crazy bitch
If i ain t back in 15 minutes, money hoes clothes
Fifty roaches in the ashtray, make em more mad
In a player ass loft witcho girlfriend cookin for em, front runners, not my heart
Front runners, a hunnit jernts comin yea that s all a nigga know Curren$y, i know what they used to call em
biscayne bay
if i ain t back in 15 minutes