Lyrics
I used to do shit like this, in the bedroom, when I was a young
Come on
You know what time it is
No Bentley's in the parking lot, No designer to rock
Confident, but I'm humbler than a motherfucker, ask around
I've been that dude since a child, hands up in the crowd
Talkin' no cudemars Piguet, No calls from Jay
Bet them hoes still comin' to stay
I'm talkin no big bottles from Diddy, but I'm the man in my city
csk around the OGs, know they fuckin with me
Two dope boys in a Cadillac
Two bitches in the back, I ain't mad at that.
Two bitches in the back, I ain't mad at that.
Two dope boys in a Cadillac
Two bitches in the back, I ain't mad at that.
Two bitches in the back, I ain't mad at that.
I'm a, one percenter, money getter, need deposits
When she ask to borrow something, say that I ain't got it
I've been underpaid, I've been underpromised
Independent is the wave if you really want it
I've been up in the studio till the early morning
I love fuckin' them groupie hoes, they always moanin'
Now I ain't saying she a gold digger
But she is always riding with the neighborhood drug dealers.
Two dope boys in a Cadillac
Two bitches in the back, I ain't mad at that.
Two bitches in the back, I ain't mad at that.
Two dope boys in a Cadillac
Two bitches in the back, I ain't mad at that.
Two bitches in the back, I ain't mad at that.