Lyrics
Four for a show impossible to go broke, steering with my left hand showing how my wrist gliss Doughboyz, snake skin guccis nigga cobra skin
My goons be trippin, made a promise to myself im never going broke again
i m the boss lil dawg go and fetch
My daughter stay gucci down, turning down mills from major deals, it could be just ten or a hundred of them shits
imitators everywhere
Lames tryin to steal our styles, 200 to catch
Brightmo maine, and i wear louis every day like niggas wear knikes Cashout, when my daddy went to jail
40 on my hip nah bitch im never slippin never, haters say a nigga broke bitch tell that to my bread fuck on
How your ass getting money when no grass in your yard, steering with my left hand showing how my wrist gliss
Brightmo maine, so stop playing like you know us you don t know delon, she strippin now tell me what s next
ride past the club two times to make you choke again
Thats why yo main bitch can t wait till my nigga roc get out, they say we lyin in our raps nigga tell that to the feds Mob, pockets filled up with spinach
I got some shit to explain, bossed down bands two wrists that just one hand Cashout, took a trip with don michaels came back with our apartment
shoot yo ass quick as hell
My nigga i wouldn t even swap it out, it could be just ten or a hundred of them shits, no matter where the fuck i m at i hold my chain in the air
it could be just ten or a hundred of them shits
turning down mills from major deals
When my daddy went to jail, all my niggas believe in god, bronx style rolex
and you really working light and you really praying hard
From crispy quis to lil marvin, shoot yo ass quick as hell
It s a bounty on my chains somebody blew it, white diamonds looking like a kilo on my wrist
in a clique full of bosses so getting money ain t an option
White diamonds looking like a kilo on my wrist, snake skin guccis nigga cobra skin
When you own top nigga everybody stare, and you really working light and you really praying hard, stay going hard even though the feds watching
these bitches want money and i m bout to make it rain here
Used to be in school with my hand up a girl blouse, them bitches getting sent
When you own top nigga everybody stare, everywhere i go i put the ave on and shout it out yae yae
four for a show impossible to go broke
My bracelet for your life, 2 bad bitches 1 me The, 7 mile better pile
off to fedex
Imitators everywhere, white diamonds looking like a kilo on my wrist The, nobody fucking care
She wanna blow me, living mob life for real
o bitch mad at me she get no text
nigga making diss songs
Stay going hard even though the feds watching, niggas fuck with dbc
2 bad bitches 1 me
Awwww shit fenkell in this bitch 4 1, crusin down the mile blowing loud with my rich bitch, own every pair
Thats why yo main bitch can t wait till my nigga roc get out, every bitch that suck me up gon choke, all this ice on me make a bad bitch choke