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YHB
Count bankrolls while bitches pose in pantyhose
Poppin' pills 'til they pass out cold, xanny ghosts
Now they like go and tell Santa to hand me coal
We got mob ties, that's the reason the family rolls
I scheme on the night life scene and intervene
On the team where the spotlight gleams, this shit a dream
Twenty keys, glitter on every ring, set the theme
Gold nuggets, Balmain on the jeans, this women scream, "Slow down"
Dope boy etiquette, pimp rhetoric
Cuff your hoe, that grip might slip if the shit delicate
We on the road, I trip if you with the jealous shit
My chick bad to no extent, she Mrs. Elegant
Blue strips, I need a pinch, I'm in a trance
I bet I will do it big, you niggas ants
I take chances, I'm a star, take glances
Family tree, I'm strong, won't break branches
You can find me with the team
All my dawgs moving mean, tell baby in the jeans
Everything gon' bling, diamond chain
Gold ring when we step up on the scene
Everybody on go, everybody got dough
On the real, on the low
When we pull up to the show, probably pull off with your hoe
Let your boyfriend know
Look, tonight I'm feeling Hennessy, it's going down
You probably never get to me, I'm floating now
I run her through the ground when I'm on the brown
Look, she ain't know it back then, bet she know it now, yeah
We be rolling up woods, blowing off the pound, yeah
Big chilling how we should when I come around, yeah
It's a celebration, we just happy that we finally on our elevation
We was hella patient, we was dedicated
Tryna get the paper thicker than the yellow pages
You could never fade this
Catch me loaded on my way to get some better payments
On some every day shit, get your cheddar, baby
Me, I just need tonight, and if it's wrong, I can't be right
I'm in the zone, I mean the flight I'm on
Tonight is gon' be mine, I need a light
I'm in the sky, I'm on a height you couldn't climb, I'm gone
You can find me with the team
All my dawgs moving mean, tell baby in the jeans
Everything gon' bling, diamond chain
Gold ring when we step up on the scene
Everybody on go, everybody got dough
On the real, on the low
When we pull up to the show, probably pull off with your hoe
Let your boyfriend know
I'm a bird flu, I swerve through, my purse grew
While you still on terrible like a son who just turned two
These boys tryna lie on my name, I heard you
Still I'm killing shit, they say I run with the hearse crew
To them pocket watchers, don't let the money concern you
Them stool pigeons, they just need something to chirp to
And I be on that graveyard shift, I'm nocturnal
Strap on my side, I'm 5'5", I'm the block colonel
I got something hot under my clothes, don't get exposed
Holding up bricks, snapping flicks, hit a pose
Picture perfect, I ain't perfect, but bitch, I'm worth it
Distinguished gentleman, this ain't print, this is cursive
I ain't gotta practice this shit, you rehearsing
Tell me what your value is, you niggas worthless
It's night time, my jewels shine, it's bright time
While you haters stuck out here looking for lifelines, G-Mick
You can find me with the team
All my dawgs moving mean, tell baby in the jeans
Everything gon' bling, diamond chain
Gold ring when we step up on the scene
Everybody on go, everybody got dough
On the real, on the low
When we pull up to the show, probably pull off with your hoe
Let your boyfriend know