Letras
What? Tay
Just because I'm famous don't mean I ain't with that street shit
Keep that forty on me, nigga, I will end your life, bitch
You don't want to fuck, keep them thirties tucked
Nigga, run it up, you gon' get fucked up
Bitch, I run around my city with my tool on my lap
If you think about snatching my chain
One move, you'll get whacked
(You get whacked)
You don't want to fuck, keep them thirties tucked
Nigga, run it up, you gon' get fucked up
If we see you we gon' shoot you on site, boy
That internet woofin' will get you killed overnight, bruh
Niggas steady tweaking like I won't sign
Pull up on a nigga, do a homicide
All my niggas, yeah, they down to ride
Then we ditch cars, hop up in a foreign car
Then I take the roof off
Do the dash in that bitch
So fast I almost crashed in this bitch
If my money blue, it's probably 'cause my diamonds bright
It's 'cause you know we got Rugers
It's probably 'cause my Ruger like light
It's because the cash again
It's probably 'cause this bag, yeah, I mean
It's 'cause the money I spent
It's probably 'cause my bag say it count
Beep!
That's that money machine
Twenty, fifty, hundreds
Yeah, it's right in front of me
Brown wrap it, then we seal it, then we ship it out
Fedex, UPS, what we talking 'bout
Just because I'm famous don't mean I ain't with that street shit
Keep that forty on me, nigga, I will end your life, bitch
You don't want to fuck, keep them thirties tucked
Nigga, run it up, you gon' get fucked up
Bitch, I run around my city with my tool on my lap
If you think about snatching my chain
One move, you'll get whacked
(You get whacked)
You don't want to fuck, keep them thirties tucked
Nigga, run it up, you gon' get fucked up
(Get fucked up)