E Cruz - Intro Lyrics

Bust out collected, we walk out respected
Ain't hiding from shit who gon' tuck in they necklace
Think that he up cause he talking a lil reckless
A man with some money that's her type of fetish
Bitch come outside and come hang with the fellas
I pop my shit ain't gon' care what you tell us
Its Chevy or Tesla, might need an umbrella
Cause Houston'll wet ya (like us)
How many grams can I fit in this blunt
Need another me to go do that stunt
Already told you I do what I want, what you make in a month I make that in a day
Yeah yo hand out but you still in the way, he ain't making no money ain't making no plays
Said he got motion but running in place
Just f*cked on his bitch ain't even go on date
This a new car, they ain't running the plates
Said they won't smoke why they running away
I just smoked and ain't eat bitch I can't feel my face
If she don't pick up I don't go and chase
All my bitches got the best taste
Finally got a dub all the risk that I take
I got shrimp and lobster and steak on my plate
F*ck if they like me they know that I'm paid
(Yall keep on wishing)
I'ma go hard like the belly of the beast
Dirty my cup but I don't have a crease
Bitch if I die I ain't going out cheap
The valet a pull up speed to speak
How much have you made this week
Boy you still ain't get no sleep
Talk my shit, my soul to keep
Park too close but the doors go up
Pull out some money in front of snow bunnies
The baddest out here cause they all show up
The south is the place where we all loaded
I do what it take, you do what you can
Got this my dolo , bitch put up your hand
I was the one that go stick to the plan
Straight to the dealer, bitch what middle man
Take molly, she getting excited, I'm touching her body she lit at the party, she look like a Barbie, I look like Jeff Hardy
Bitch I am music, I feel like I'm Carti