[ Featuring 1eleven ]
Bitch!
Go!
Ugh!
G-Go!
Yeah these new designer jeans, but I got Vans on
Heard your homeboy talk up on the gang, now your mans gone
F*ckboy tried to take my swag, he ain't me though
Shot your shot and bricked, you like Shaq at the free-throw
F*ckboy you's a bitch, I'm a boss like I'm Dlow
This a thousand dollar fit, got $400 jeans on
All your hoes are tricks, I don't want 'em
You can keep those
Knock you out yo shit, choppa singin' like it's Ne-Yo
Choppa singin' like it's Ne-Yo
Laid back at my crib, got my bitch sippin' on pinot
Swear my life a movie, all you other boys B-roll
Man I feel like Peep, hoppin' out a black jeep bro
God damn, 'member I was chillin' with the mob then
Back then I was tweakin' with my plug, felt like god then
Me and HEARTBREAKK blowin' up, swear that's my twin
Nowadays I don't give a f*ck, I'm just rockin'
Bitch we livin' that rockstar lifestyle
Remember I was down bad as f*ck but now I'm up
Designer jeans, expensive meals and shit
Buddha Boys forever
I-I-I was down bad
Swear that I was down bad
Nowadays we flexin', you ain't f*ck with that then my bad
Bitch I'm comin' for the top, where my crown at?
Yeah these new designer jeans, but I got Vans on
Heard your homeboy talk up on the gang, now your mans gone
F*ckboy tried to take my swag, he ain't me though
Shot your shot and bricked, you like Shaq at the free-throw
F*ckboy you's a bitch, I'm a boss like I'm Dlow
This a thousand dollar fit, got $400 jeans on
All your hoes are tricks, I don't want 'em
You can keep those
Knock you out yo shit, choppa singin' like it's Ne-Yo
I was just 15 when I had started flipping packs
I done spent a lot of money, f*cked around and made it back
I'm way too up, all I care about is muhf*ckin' cash
If I ran of with yo shit then you can't ever get it back
Bitch I'm bag chasin'
Pull up in that brand new whip and now I'm drag racin'
Bitch I'm runnin' speed laps, guess I'm that different
If we pull up to your party, brought my Mac in it
Bitch I'm blasting it
Please, tell me why the f*ck they scheme on me
Big bank roll, I'ma put the whole team on it
Uh, she keep tellin' me that she want it
Pull up in that brand new whip, that bitch lookin' clean don't it?
We ride fast, and you ride slow
They don't wanna see me win, keep your eyes closed
Why you playin' games? We way to grown
Get rich or die trying, that's all I know
Yeah these new designer jeans, but I got Vans on
Heard your homeboy talk up on the gang, now your mans gone
F*ckboy tried to take my swag, he ain't me though
Shot your shot and bricked, you like Shaq at the free-throw
F*ckboy you's a bitch, I'm a boss like I'm Dlow
This a thousand dollar fit, got $400 jeans on
All your hoes are tricks, I don't want 'em
You can keep those
Knock you out yo shit, choppa singin' like it's Ne-Yo
