Letras
I hit the city,
To boss up it cost a penny pretty
Off that gas, took a couple shots
Now my head is spinning
It's funny how they change when that money start to pile
I'm still that kid that served by the Inglewood lounge
(ugh)
Yeah, like them chickens do I had to fly the coupe
Aye they be hating how I move
Gotta do what I gotta do,
I never learned how to lose
'Bout my business, where's my suit and tie?
Making waves like the moon and the tide
(right)
I bees to rap, what a key be to lock
They can't put me in a box
Been in my bag....come and shop
(yeah)
Fresh to death like I'm sorry for your loss
The return that I made's more than I paid, that's some money talk
They throwing stones and hiding hands on the internet,
I'm getting stoned, making plans, we're already set
Big dog to little cats
Here and gone, we living fast
Bounce baby, make it clap
You might not get her back
She said I don't look like a rapper, I asked the bitch how you figure that
Just 'cuz you ain't see me pulling out some racks?
Anyways, the head was good, so I doubled back
I thought I lost, but I really overlapped
Me and Zack like Kobe, Shaq
Give a bitch a cardiac
No more serving quarter sacks
Think I'm off? You're smoking crack
Them OG's raised me, showed me if i want it i could have it
One of the flyest on the planet, I been doing damage
I paint a picture, Picasso,
Getting moneys the motto,
Play with us and we gone hit you with hollows, huh
It's the....I said i'm that nigga
Run some errands in Madison, make a play off Buena Vista
These niggas need a maxi, I'm sliding through these cracked streets
Rich nigga, black sheep, smoother than some satin sheets
(yeah)
I'm eating good, got champagne in my glass
I run it up, I ain't run from my past