Letras
Need to take a trip to Ocean Drive, you know we the motion boys
Fonkin die like filthy rich, cause we got the motion for it
International with all this ism, but the locals know us
Had to kick the door down, they ain't have it open for us
Rollers tryna get up on us, tuck the blicks and hit some corners
Seven years in penitentiaries, gave me a different focus
She ain't tryna pay the pimpin', I had to get distant on her
Montclair puffer, heard it snowin', out in Minnesota
Dropped a six up in my soda, lyin' like I kicked the cup
Slap 50 in a 23, this bitch look like a cinnabun
I been doin' overtime and feel like I ain't did enough
Really trippin' over mine, you know that I'ma send it up
I'm ridin' fresh up off the lot, I ain't even tinted up
She quit her job to go for me, can't say my pimpin' done
And if your mama don't know you hoein', then you can keep the funds
25 Ain't popped a nigga then nigga sell your gun
God blessed me with this money I bought a velvet rug
You got a script you ain't my friend if you don't sell me none
I got deeper ties with bro his grandpa sold me drugs Before I overlapped them niggas he used to show me love
You heard of over stacking nigga I didn't invest enough
I'm an active backwards trapper, always losing stuff
This is not your average job, but it's just pack a punch
Nigga, I'll quit every drug, but can't turn down no mud
I can't turn down no juice
Nigga, I'm BDM for life, don't know about a truce
But I know about them pounds, I done broke down a few
It just take a mustard seed to make some mountains move
And baby ass what's on my mind, I said a pile of blues
Rockin' Gucci flip-flops used to be shower shoes
Takin' the good with the bad, this shit'll balance you
I used to jug hand-to-hand on that avenue
That shit I had to do
Watch who you let around your cheese cause they'll rat on you
I told her that I wanna breathe, bitch, I ain't mad at you
I told her bitch that it's a fee and now she bout to choose
Like gettin money only thing that I know how to do