Letras
Certified hustler bitch I did it all by myself
Rolled a whole eighth in the wood know it's top shelf
Did it on my own I ain't never asked for hand outs
Bad boujie bitch at my house with her pants down
Fucking in a room with a view what you know bout that
556's with a beam and a stock attached
How you mad I ran my chili up
You mad that it ain't you
You ain't did enough
Check your pockets lil bruh that's the real you
On these rappers neck they ain't do what they say they do
Make sure she your bitch before sliding thru
Let her choose up on the team she fucking me and you
They like Avie take it easy but I can't dawg
Everybody round me fake got me pissed off
If I gotta middle man it then I'm fucking up the price
I ain't gotta spin again
Do it once do it right
Toot it up to the left
Toot it up to the right
If you a bad bitch shake some ass for tonight
If you a bad bitch shake some ass for tonight
Too it up to the left
Toot it up to the right
Feel like trinidad james, all gold everything. Wanna sit up in that bucket or a foreign when it rain. She gone choose up on the jewelry aint gotta say a thang. Im gone it player shit you know im married to game.
Hopping out with bigg ass poles out the dark tinted suburban. Watch how fast he shit his pants after that we close his curtains. It aint ratchet i can't have it i thought fun was the purpose. I been ballin since a youngin now im splurgin n it hurts em.
Why me? Shit I'm the one that god chose. I remember times were rough but shoutout to my pops tho now I'm paid to hop on beats we can't do a song bro. I dont like to wear no watches i cant get the time wrong. What the fuckk i look boxing get the lawyer in the phone, they gone have to build a coffin when im finished with this song. If the crash get on my bumper then you know im going long, if i crash out thru the speed put some money on the phone.