Letras
Hey, sauce it up, Brandon
Twisted Genius, baby
We can be steel nigga
Long paper with a short temper, cold-hearted middle of December
These niggas won't crash 'bout it, these niggas rather fender bender
Going at her top it get mental, back to the basics it gets simple
Pinky ring worth one 50, solitaire's wrapped around the emeralds, ooh
Excuse me baby pardon my P, hard body goin' concrete
Baby, this a AMG, feel the AC through the seats
Bring beef, yeah, Uber eats, been doing it ain't new to me
Just bought a new restaurant, and I won't even take a bitch to lunch
Fucked then called her in a month
Fuck the bitch, I'm trying to get some money
Came back bought the bitch a choker
You're the type of nigga that a choke her
I've the bitch out and let her leave, every time, you shine think of me
Had to stay up to get the money
Now, I make the money in my sleep
Heard them niggas trying to get with who
Shidd lil' nigga that's a reach
Tracy gotta school these niggas (Tracy, oh)
Teach 'em what the teacher ain't teach
Preaching what the preacher ain't preach
Seal 'em up no slow leaks
A lot of heat, got the submachine
Take them deep, we gon' submarine
Happy money, got these niggas mad
Caught up by the nigga through the past
Made M's on a money run
Nipsey Hassle, we go marathon
Long paper with a short temper, cold-hearted middle of December
These niggas won't crash 'bout it, these niggas rather fender bender
Going at her top it get mental, back to the basics it gets simple
Pinky ring worth one 50, solitaire's wrapped around the emeralds
Excuse me baby pardon my P, hard body goin' concrete
Baby, this a AMG, feel the AC through the seats
Bring beef, yeah, Uber eats, been doing it ain't new to me
Mr. Bad, don't like for the key
All the money, here to shoot Steve
She was sucking dick, a nigga cheek
Pop the perky and make you with the E
Mr. Kid, I'm throwing guarantees
Get the words on, lippin' on my sleeves
I just blitzed a big bras sine chain
Yeah, get the cheek covered in a piece of cheese
With the switch up, I'm the casualties
Mad because they fucker after me
Mad because I grew up plantin' seeds
One on 80, nigga, can't you read?
Bad little bitch, that's his beat
And my son's in that money-growing tree
Bitch saying, B, don't leave
Tell that bitch to park my way
Long paper with a short temper, cold-hearted middle of December
These niggas won't crash 'bout it, these niggas rather fender bender
Going at her top it get mental, back to the basics it gets simple
Pinky ring worth one 50, solitaire's wrapped around the emeralds, ooh
Excuse me baby pardon my P, hard body goin' concrete
Baby, this a AMG, feel the AC through the seats
Bring beef, yeah, Uber eats, been doing it ain't new to me
Been doing it ain't new to me