![]() Got swagger through the roof, I was born with just to fit The streets gave me family, Barry White cut the checkĪin't no secret in the streets, niggas know I gotten it Hundred on the neck, I ain't never had shit Right here in North, North Memphis's where I came from Sun out, no raindrops, posting the same spot Hop in that Lam, push the button, lose the ceiling I'm trying to count to a billion, my bitch Brazilian So that would make 3 and numbers don't lieĪnd money don't lie and neither do I, bitch I'm in the bed with 2 fine bitches lying on me Shit, let 'em lie as long as they ain't snitching Tired of these niggas and tired of these bitches I'm tired of being sick and I'm sick of being tired I fucked her pussy good, make her cry if I tried I ain't gotta lie, cross my heart hope to die She ain't that type of girl so I told her stop lying ![]() Took her to the room, she hit me with that line Got a 5 star with me and a milli in the lobby Headed on the hood and around 'cause this how much the choppers shopīallin' is my hobby, damn, homie goin' shoppin' Headed on these choppers too, headed on these choppers too 'Cause if my mind on dine, he ain't taking nothing from me Hand on my scrop, I got my mind on my money I be rocking Gucci, sometimes Louis, I'm retardedĪnd I'm real fine, shawty, with the shades by Bacaray I be sippin' on Patron, when I'm jumpin' out Ferrari's Hey, step up in the party and them bad bitches be on me ![]()
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