(we made it)
Yuh
And i can't believe that i made it
(yuh)
(we made it)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(we made it)
Ya
(yuh yuh)
(woah woah woah woah woah)
I can't believe that i made it (yuh)
I went and got me some cheese
Ain't have to beg or say "please"
I make my money with ease
Feel like Chris Breeze wit the steeze
In a pent hella bent with a 3
Sike
Just add a 7
Triple that send me to heaven (Yuh)
I got an indian bitch
She work at 7/11 (ya)
You cannot copy the flow and i know it
All of this gas that I'm puffin' and smokin' (rah)
I rock a fit and then f*ck on yo bitch all inside of yo crib
While i'm wearing rick owen's
Drive on the road to
Where i'm going
AP honor roll,
You're retarded i know it (ah)
I just got a band
And you can't show shit
I just got a blunt
Now i'm gon' smoke it (whew)
What in the f*ck is you saying?
You know that you hatin
Luh Bitch
I know that you is
I got so much f*ckin money
Inside of my house
Yeah
I look like my twizz
Can't believe that we made it
Can't believe that we...
(woah woah woah woah woah)
(YA) I can't believe that i made it
I went and got me some cheese
Ain't have to beg or say "please"
I make my money with ease
Feel like Chris Breeze wit the steeze