Letras
Oh my oh my oh my oh my oh my oh my
Bubble loski I rep the 4 1 Oski
Big up to the OGs that try to Show me
The streets don't own me so you Better get it
Don't spit them rhymes nigga if You don't live it
I'm on my pivot boozy bitch robin givens
Took what I was givin and made A better livin
A little sinning just to take me to The winnin's
I'm parlayin with the flyest Women
Talking about billions talk about trillions
Talk about zillions I made Beautiful children
That look Brazilian
I'm Sam Rosten with
Doper Fitts and a iller team
Fourteen in the beem still livin The American dream
All praise to the lo-fi I'm on my Deen
Riding clean with somethin you Never seen
Ride up and get hit with the beam
Talk about billions talk about Trillions
Talk about zillions Made Beautiful children
That look Brazilian
I'm SamRosten with
Dopper Fitts and a iller team
Fourteen in the beem still livin The American dream
All praise to the lo-fi I'm on my Deen
Riding clean with somethin you Never seen
Ride up and get hit with the beam
I'm Hon solo in vintage polo
10 K worth a coco smokin Acapulco
Nitti loco baby girl come take a photo
Oh no her backyard remind me of Go-Go
She From the southeas I flew her out to South Beach
I fix her mouthpiece the lifestyle and Robin leach
Rich and famous paid light bills off a stainless
Left niggas brainless do you Know what pain is
I move blocks do you know what Cain is
I'm ape you know what my name is
We from the jungle so don't try To tame us
You get the picture but don't try to frame us
Blu Bagz
The Empire