Letras
I got my top down and I got my phone buzzin'
But I got this with me and I'm way up, way up
Mint Burns Yeah
I done it all with nothing left for me
The magic grower with the recipe, yeah
City of angels, she got angel wings
She workin' for a model agency, yeah
We poppin' champagne by the whole case
The homie smoking at the whole place
And plus he straight, he beat his court case
Don't take us back into our old ways
And you know I'm riding with you always
Let's hit the town and do this shit for old days
Ain't worried about no money cause we all straight
I made a play and watched it all change
Collar popped on my yacht, drip Lacoste
Tony Danza and this bitch, now who's the boss
I just put down 50,000 on a stock, Then I go spend 20,000 on a watch
In and out thought I had it figured out (Thought I did)
Ain't no inspiration sitting on the couch (Not at all)
Louis down thought you got a bit of clout
Had to put a nut that worked around my mouth
Beverly Hills, shit will get real, better head still
When shit goes down, I hope you know the drill
Had a minage, ain't a facade, you wanna fraud
Swiping cards, it takes a lot of skill
Okay, okay, okay, I'm focused still
I've been going pretty hard, it might be overkill
Don't trust nobody in this bitch
Don't care if you're Jonah HIll
I might be renting out this shit, but I feel like I own it still
And you know the deal
And you know I'm riding with you always
Let's hit the town and do this shit for old days
Ain't worried about no money, cause we all straight
I made a play and watch it all change
Collar popped on my yacht, drip Lacoste
Tony Danza and this bitch, now who's the boss?
I just put down 50,000 on a stock
Then I go spend 20,000 on a watch