Letras
Cold summers, road runnin'
Yeah 6 Figga Dee, we back with this shit
It was hot nights, cold summer, road runnin'
Bitch my trap jumping, got junkies cooking dope for me
Bitch you got no money, and I'll take yo hoe from ya
Bitch I got trap money, long money, dope money
This that crack money, kush money, pill money
I got deal money, that shit that get ya killed money
This that bill money, this that I can't chill money
Vacuum seal money
This that keep it real money
I kept it real with da Mexicans
Vacuum seal 100 racks
He pull up with a whole low, gave that nigga 110
7 for a whole brick, charge a nigga 35
I let my tester hit da dope, all day he could not close his eyes
I made 7,000 profit, I'm that nigga who got it bitch
Pussy niggas gotta see me cause I'm da nigga who having shit
Cut off them broke ass niggas cause they ain't having shit
And I ain't fucking with no rookie bitch cause she ain't worth shit
It was hot nights, cold summer, road runnin'
Bitch my trap jumping, got junkies cooking dope for me
Bitch you got no money, and I'll take yo hoe from ya
Bitch I got trap money, long money, dope money
This that crack money, kush money, pill money
I got deal money, that shit that get ya killed money
This that bill money, this that I can't chill money
Vacuum seal money
This that keep it real money
Nigga I pull up Maserati, hopping out yeah I'm popping shit
If a nigga try guarantee to leave you stankin' bitch
6 Figga Dee and you know I'm da trending topic
These hating ass niggas know damn well they ain't stopping shit
I'm blood walking, Christian Louboutin, a euro step
Been trapping all my life and you know Ion need help
It's hard to figure out these foul ass niggas, I bought a ref
I told my bitch she ain't gotta cook no more, we gotta chef
I posted that Audi on them rucci's, them niggas thought it was fake
Took out this jockin' ass bitch, got her chicken I'm eating steak