Transport Video (MV)

F*ck a M, I need 4 B's,
Bmr, Benz, Bentleys, and Bugattis
In the city bumping Veeze
I got my new shit from Amari
Backwood fill it up with trees
And I turn Goku like Atari
All she want is shopping sprees
But I'm kickin shit no karate
They should make me President
I can make a 40 stretch
Someshit you cannot prevent
It's Liberace in the flesh
Dog they put me on the bench
When I was writing grizzley flow
That bitch told me that she hate me
I still dropped that video
I beat bitches dunies down
Now she need some physio
Keys to my heart is a double cup
She a pretty hoe
If you run off on the plug
That gon make yo face hot
And I call fonem, the bang bros
Cause they f*cking the same thot
In the red eye, I got red eyes
I don't take my frames off
I can make a ticket off this
Drop another, date just
And the first time I did feem
Dog my dad gave me that shit
So when I pull up in a beam
I ain't there thinking bout no bitch
They ain't let us in the door
Then f*ck it, we break down the roof
I been getting to the bag
Sixty-five hunnid eighty-two
You can be a millionaire
If you have my baby boo
Bitch I never ever care
You think I care, I f*cked her to
My closet like the Louie Store
She tryna take home souvenirs
First I got some VVS's
Then I got Veneers
Balenciaga, Triple S's
Used to rock em out the years
Bitch I'm ballin like I'm Kyrie
Two-oh-eleven cavaliers
Speed the cully straight down Lougheed
Charged up, like I'm triple A
Throw em up and leave em there
Like The Rock did Triple H
And If no money's on the way
Then I ain't f*cking waiting there
90 days we going straight
I pray to god, we make it there
Rock ain't dropped up ina minute
I was driving by the kingdom
Find a baddie, fly her out
You got some friends?
Then you can bring em
Rather drink lean over liquor
But tonight we going drink sum
F*ck up 90 bands
Then you finally find some rhythm
From the city with the goblins
And the robbers
Im stepping in some dogshit
When I step up in the office
Don't give no bitch my number
Call these bitches, on no caller
My money got longer
Now these bitches, looking sour
Rock bottom, I'll still make it with my dog
I don't come off the job
Politic about them bands
And then I'll get involved
Said she pregnant, go to Maury
Throw 4nem the lob
7am in the morning
Two-twenty on the dashboard
8 bands and my passport
Brodies on the backcourt
I make the money transport
If she a bad bitch
Then she get what she ask for
40 plus a 40, that's a 80
Add a 20
And I'm still tryna add more
Going down this crossroad
I'm searching for my soul
You can go and break the ceiling
Eventually it takes a toll
In the winter, with no hoodie
Bitch I came up, in the cold
From a place where they found gold
Now I got these labels sold
8 bands and my passport
Brodies on the backcourt
I make the money transport