Letras
Remember days when I was broke it was just me and my nigga Reese
He said, "Cray you gotta rap it's all this money you can see"
Now I doubt my nigga locked
I'ma turn up just for Reese
'Cause I know if I was locked
He would turn up just for me
On 117th that's where I met my nigga Heem
On 117th that's where I met my nigga Keef
Boosie Boosie that's my brother and I know that he gon' shoot
Boosie know that I'm a shooter he ain't even gotta shoot
I been poppin' so much molly you could call me Mr. Flame
And they call me Big Cray Solid bitch I came to change the game
Niggas hatin' on a nigga they don't wanna see me on
They don't wanna see a nigga put his momma in a home
But I had to tell my momma I'ma hustle 'til we on
Momma know that I'ma grind 'til she ain't gotta move a bone
Gon' be playin' with the dough
Yeah, yeah, gon' be playin' with the dough
When I first tried that molly man that shit just turn me up
Fell in love with that flame, I can never get enough
Girl you know I came to fuck, you ain't tryna give it up
Bitch you lucky that you got me, you don't wanna press your luck
And I swear I hustle hard, do this shit for all my niggas
Get that Grammy for my granny gotta buy my mom a Beamer
I'm still servin' like Serena
Play with racks just like Selena
So much green I might go green man
I can take your ass to Greenland
Bitch a tourist she from England
And my plug don't speak no English
They say, "Cray need to stop trappin'"
What the fuck you thinkin'?
And I swear my money talkin'
Bitch he always end up preachin'
Niggas think it's sweet like Reese's
We gon' leave his ass in pieces
I just smoked a big 50, that shit put me in my zone
Mix that Xan with that 'Trón, that shit always have me gone
If that bitch gon' get to choosin' dick then I might take her home
I'ma let her give me brain 'til her fuckin' mind blown
And I had to tell my momma I'ma hustle 'til we on
Momma know that I'ma grind 'til she ain't gotta move a bone
Gon' be playin' with the dough
Yeah, yeah, gon' be playin' with the dough
I had to tell my momma I'ma hustle 'til we on
Momma know that I'ma grind 'til she ain't gotta move a bone
Feelin' like a pizzeria gon' be playin' with the dough
You ain't calling 'bout no paper don't be playin' on my phone
Cray ballin' with no basketball, I been ballin' hard
Shooter shootin' like a shooting guard, don't need no bodyguard
Shawty girl she gon' suck me off 'til she get lockjaw
Shut them drawers like a bathroom stall, her panties waterfall
I got all these bitches choosin' hard they used to brush me off
I was locked behind them burger bars for hoppin' in them cars
12 Took me down I took a loss but I just brushed it off
Payed my dues it cost to be a boss and bitch I'm Rick Ross
Jaws locked, that's that molly mouth, what that molly 'bout?
Got that ass from her momma let's see what your mommy 'bout
Lil Cray he gon' dig her out and gon' turn her out
You ain't talkin' what that money 'bout then I gotta bounce
Free my brother Robby Flame from the chain gang
Told my nigga when he get out he gon' get a chain
And I told my twin Reese I'ma buy his ass a ring
Every time we on the phone I tell him shit just ain't the same
Even with all this fuckin' fame, I could never change
LTB 'til I'm six feet, I could never change
I'm just playin' with the dough
Yeah, yeah, I'm just playin' with the dough