Riding around in the coupe
Im with my blood brother and we boolin
I get chickens aint talking bout soup
We finna run up a whole lotta millions
I was born to win how could i lose
Watch how they look at us like we the villians
Only rock with my niggas the crew
We finna go up go right thru the ceiling
Calling my phone girl you trippin
I been gone now they act like im missin
When im gone dont be saying you miss me
I remember when you was still with him
I get chickens aint talking no 10 piece
I gett more money than London Tipton
Off these drug i can feel the addiction
I need love in replace of prescriptions
Riding around in the coupe
Put the Model 3 in autopilot and we finna f*ck til she call it a truce
I really aint got shit to prove to yall but i been steadly improving
No this money aint nun to do with yall so i been steady getting loot
Im with my blood brother and we boolin
If its up than its stuck grab the tooly
Hit it once now she start acting moody
Niggas broke i can tell that they foolin
I got one of my brothers went Mulsanne
Drop the top on the whip aint no membrane
Hit him dead in his head like he Cobain
No i cant f*ck with new niggas they too lame
Riding around in the coupe
Im with my blood brother and we boolin
I get chickens aint talking bout soup
We finna run up a whole lotta millions
I was born to win how could i lose
Watch how they look at us like we the villians
Only rock with my niggas the crew
We finna go up go right thru the ceiling
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Riding around in the coupe
Im with my blood brother and we boolin
I get chickens aint talking bout soup
We finna run up a whole lotta millions
I was born to win how could i lose
Watch how they look at us like we the villians
Only rock with my niggas the crew
We finna go up go right thru the ceiling
Calling my phone girl you trippin
I been gone now they act like im missin
When im gone dont be saying you miss me
I remember when you was still with him
I get chickens aint talking no 10 piece
I gett more money than London Tipton
Off these drug i can feel the addiction
I need love in replace of prescriptions
Riding around in the coupe
Put the Model 3 in autopilot and we finna f*ck til she call it a truce
I really aint got shit to prove to yall but i been steadly improving
No this money aint nun to do with yall so i been steady getting loot
Im with my blood brother and we boolin
If its up than its stuck grab the tooly
Hit it once now she start acting moody
Niggas broke i can tell that they foolin
I got one of my brothers went Mulsanne
Drop the top on the whip aint no membrane
Hit him dead in his head like he Cobain
No i cant f*ck with new niggas they too lame
Riding around in the coupe
Im with my blood brother and we boolin
I get chickens aint talking bout soup
We finna run up a whole lotta millions
I was born to win how could i lose
Watch how they look at us like we the villians
Only rock with my niggas the crew
We finna go up go right thru the ceiling
Im with my blood brother and we boolin
I get chickens aint talking bout soup
We finna run up a whole lotta millions
I was born to win how could i lose
Watch how they look at us like we the villians
Only rock with my niggas the crew
We finna go up go right thru the ceiling
Calling my phone girl you trippin
I been gone now they act like im missin
When im gone dont be saying you miss me
I remember when you was still with him
I get chickens aint talking no 10 piece
I gett more money than London Tipton
Off these drug i can feel the addiction
I need love in replace of prescriptions
Riding around in the coupe
Put the Model 3 in autopilot and we finna f*ck til she call it a truce
I really aint got shit to prove to yall but i been steadly improving
No this money aint nun to do with yall so i been steady getting loot
Im with my blood brother and we boolin
If its up than its stuck grab the tooly
Hit it once now she start acting moody
Niggas broke i can tell that they foolin
I got one of my brothers went Mulsanne
Drop the top on the whip aint no membrane
Hit him dead in his head like he Cobain
No i cant f*ck with new niggas they too lame
Riding around in the coupe
Im with my blood brother and we boolin
I get chickens aint talking bout soup
We finna run up a whole lotta millions
I was born to win how could i lose
Watch how they look at us like we the villians
Only rock with my niggas the crew
We finna go up go right thru the ceiling
Writer: Marvin Davis Jr
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