Letras
Driver, pull over now!
Uh, can you look at me now?
I was broke back then, tryna figure it out
The first trap we ever had was right next to the house
I was at the kitchen table, tryna bag up a pound
A pistol right beside of me, my mama always proud of me
She knows that I love her, and I know she'll always pray for me
I broke up with this bitch 'cause all she did was lie to me
My new bitch hella bad, I feel like I hit the lottery
Got money, I got gold, and my jeweler's a chink
Gold rope on my neck, and it don't turn green
Eight thousand on the charm, you can watch it go blink
And I still put in work, so they won't say a thing
Ski mask on my face, you don't know who I be
Six hundred for the boots, a couple hundred for the teeth
At the range, stayed with a scope
And the Smith with a beam; you see my nine hold a ten
But it got thirty-three
Old school, old school, old school Chevy box
See me on the interstate, gettin' money, flippin' weight
I just bought another K, I've been eatin' good
And you can notice I've been gaining weight
Hit 'em with that chop, he gon' say another thing
Baby mama trippin' 'cause another bitch is feelin' me
Inside of the Chevy, she told me she wanna get on me
Always keep a Yankee, if a nine it's older than thirty-three
I don't trust the Ruger, that shit jams, my shit keep a G
Thirty sticks and monkey nuts
A.R. goin' hella dumb
Two-two-threes hit in the whip and leave that motherfucker slumped
I ain't trippin' 'bout that hate if these niggas never run up
Pull up with a .40 to his face and leave that nigga slim
Cocaína in my gums, they know I got hella guns
I'ma go and pimp another bitch and tell her run it up
Cocaína in my gums, they know I got hella guns
I'ma go and pimp another bitch and tell her run it up, we run it up
First loss, but I'm back with the win
Your bitch love me 'cause she know who I is
Everything that I do, I do it for my kids