Letras
Okay English
Riding round town on horse back
All up in my bag I got big racks
I'ma take her you won't get your bitch back,
Money is a thing I got and you lack,
You in my city making money you get taxed,
How many bitches can I fit in that Porsche 911,
How many mills till I cure my depression, how many Shots from the 1911,
How many pills taking my friends up to heaven, Clearly not enough, I just smoked 5 it's time to roll Another blunt
I've been going hard from the motherfucking cuff From the get go, let go, I cannot let
Go, gotta be the best mama said so, hey, making Pesos, taking list souls, just for the
Fun of it, just for the fuck of it, I don't want the Money I'm in love with it bitch
I got glocks, tucked on both sides of this car that I'm Whipping in, look at me and you there's some Differences
I'ma run it I don't care what the distance is,
The significance is belligerent, ignorant shit, hit a Lick real quick, bitches always on my dick knocking
On my damn door, I ain't never let them in, I ain't Never let them in, nah bitches knocking
Knocking, I ain't never let em in, knock knock, knock Knock knocking, I ain't never letting me, ho,
Tryna to raise hell on this plane that I maintain, Smoking strange things
And I think I need a vacay, for about 8 days with Some grey shade, hmmm, might have to
Ask you to vacate, the premises, more menace than Denis is, with my penmanship, rhetoric
Excellent and I present, sense of wit, page 11 pencil, Here's no mentioning, when I got your chick doing Pretzel splits, how I'm bending it, represent the Etiquette, 96 til the death
Of this, still collecting Benjamins and I'm stepping Through the entrance with a weapon lit, fuck