Letras
(Ho—hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
(Rok on the track, yah)
Hey, lay
And I'm really low up in the paint
Post up, post up, spin fade
Post up, post up, spin fade
Hold up, roll up another J
Hold up, pour up another eight
Why my soda black as fuck like Escalade?
Why they wanna try they luck?
It's not they day
Shawty, you could never be my muh'fuckin' lover
I'ma stack this money
Stack this paper forever
Give it all to God 'cause He the one who know better
Rock Balenciaga
Two thousand on a sweater
He can't go outside
That boy forgot his Beretta
He can't go outside
That boy forgot his Beretta
I don't rock no VLONE
visvim "V" on my sweater
Baby wanna pull up on me
Make her feel better
Hey
Hey, lay
And I'm really low up in the paint
Post up, post up, spin fade
Post up, post up, spin fade
Hold up, roll up another J (Yeah)
Hold up, pour up another eight (Woah)
Why my soda black as fuck like Escalade? (Yeah)
Why they wanna try they luck?
It's not they day
Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause she know I got armor
And I'm in the truck
I pull up quick like no other
Nigga, you could never be my muh'fuckin' brother