Lyrics
Growing up around them hoodrats, and niggas playing craps
I was in trap, had to find a way to make snaps
Cadillacs, roman gold, grills, and chrome
Every day passed my home, so I dreamed of browns
Most kids flaunted big wheels but I wanted a three wheel
Motion, holding that on the Candy Coupe Deville coasted
Flossin', steady tossin', niggas riches
'Cause I was hitting switches, while they were hitting the bitches
Yeah, 'cause them hoes know a true playa
So I get it free, while the old nigga pay ya playa
Check yo bitch, not this nigga, 'cause she might dig ya
But a figure won't keep your life from triggering
Still, I gotta keep it real in this field of ballers, OG's, and high rollers in Florida
'Cause what it is all coming down to, is what you gonna do
Gots to get paid in this trade, that I mean
Got to have loot to spend and friends to lend too
That makes it worthwhile so when I style
I'm four deep in the white leather seat
Wit' them .30's I scroll on these foes
As them pimp loads, that makes it hard when I fold on
And if you want em, you know where it is at
'Cause it's shaped like a gat on ya map
I'm talkin' for my-
Florida niggas come roll with us (I'm talkin' about the)
Cadillac bronze and them candy two-tones (I'm talkin' about my)
Florida niggas, rollin' all night long
So drop your top and make your Chevy high
And let them know that you got it going on
When I turned eighteen, I bought my first triple beam
To measure a nigga's treasure but I was clever
'Cause I stacked my flow from indo to yayo
I had a condo, a caddie, and a bronco
I just did it like them southern folks do
I was at FAMU and had a new crew
Our niggas from Miami and Fort Lauderdale
Some from Orlando and even Jacksonville
On the hill, everyone would chill
With the dope dealers in the four-wheelers
And I was one of them niggas that you love
Beepers and celullars, I wasn't your regular college student