Letras
They wonder, why my eyes so low
No need for explanations you should already know
I put one in the air before I go and on the go
Then I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up to the dough
Then I pull off, hop in traffic, then I go and get some more
Then I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up to the dough
Then I pull off, hop in traffic, then I go and get some more
I got some gas up in this leaf, I got some gas up in this whip
I ain't been home all day I been riding 'round getting it, you'll think I went on a trip
Hop out so fresh so clean from head to toe, you'll think I went on a lick
Then I heard the money call my name like I was the first round draft pick
I'm just boolin' while they wonder why my eyes so low
Never had my hand out, and it show
I don't need your help, I can rock solo
I'ma shine like VVS, but this gold
Throwing B's up at thirteen years old
Stayed solid, I'ma stick to the code
I'm and out, I'ma get I and go
Then I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up to the dough
Then I pull off, hop in traffic, then I go and get some more
Then I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up to the dough
Then I pull off, hop in traffic, then I go and get some more