Letras
They probably thought my last year, my best year, they dumb as hell
I started in Michigan, snatched my seventh ring, I feel like number twelve
She want a ring, this bitch will probably leave me if I go to jail
Why the fuck would I trust you, bitch, don't even know if she can trust herself
Oh damn that's solid he don't wait in lines, escort him through the front
You coppin' fake drip, boy, no shit, you rockin' one-of-one
Tryna book me for 200, you can keep it, spend that shit on lunch
Watch yo mouth, I get to drawing X's like I'm CM Punk
Borrow yo, bitch, I send her ass right back, I say somethin' more than once
Left me stuck, no comin' back around, you see me goin' up
Hoe keep begging pulled out 10,000, gave her 40 bucks
How you still ain't on yo' feet the fuckin' plug then gave you 40 fronts
I'm feelin' hot, that bitch be green like curry when I'm pullin' up
He blew the bag, that shit then crept up on him like he gettin' drunk
Don't even play his goddamn self, cause he know it suck
They hated God, you talkin' down on me and think I give a fuck
I need a Bentley truck, I put a 50 up
And that was in a month, short-term, a million bucks
I grab what I want when I go shoppin' bags will fill the trunk
They see a nigga never miss, some people say it's luck
Damn, he ain't even see a cell was talkin' before he hit the jam
You know I make a way, you see me put them out, then cut my hand
Fuck yo' deal, nigga, go travel for a month, blow yo' advance
First day in the city, blowin' through traffic, scoopin' racks with Dan
That should be green