He ain't never dream of taking trips to Paris He would only dream of breaking on A-mesh
Cooking up, yeah, with that work Serve it everywhere, so that shit at church
All I know is get the cash, pop a perk Go crazy every day, that's the motto
Live my real life like it's Grand Theft Auto Don't believe me? Look inside my closet, there's a semi-auto
Don't believe me? Look inside my truck, niggas are fully out
Pop you like a bottle, then I smoke your model She won't see tomorrow, yeah
Codeine double, I sip that shit when I feel like I'm in trouble
Ballin' on my ex, I need a triple double Ask me where this belt, bitch, it's about the hustle
Flexin' on these niggas, don't gotta move a muscle
Flexin' on these niggas, don't gotta move a muscle
Double cut my troubles away, I'ma do that Chop it in my Gucci bag, not afraid to shoot that
I be wavy as hell, like a durag Pull up on this team, yeah, get this whole crew snapped
Pop off like a soda, codeine in my soda Got the force like Yoda, that bitch is a Xbox
I am her controller, I'ma run the whole shit Kinda like a motor, plug in like a modem
Roll like Lamar Odom, crack like Lamar Odom Smack like Lamar Odom, I'm the best to ever do it
I don't know who told ya, this your girl, then why she open here
Grabbin' my scrotum, I'm on top of everything, can't nobody stop me
I am not a Rolex, bitch, you can't watch me I am not a Hublot, bitch, you can't clock me
Yes, I got a gun, car, bitch, you can block me
Pull up in that new thing, feelin' like I'm Bruce Wayne
Swag on these hoes, designin' my clothes Change my wardrobe like I change hoes
Like I said, all girls actin' like the same ho
Pull up shootin' like a gun ring, ho
Every dream of takin' trips to Paris He would only dream of breakin' on any match
Cookin' up, yeah, with that work, uh, ayy Serve it everywhere, sold that shit at church, uh, yeah
All I know is get the cash, pop a perk, uh, ayy Go crazy every day, that's the motto, ayy
Live my real life like it's Grand Theft Auto Don't believe me? Look inside my closet, there's a semi-auto
Don't believe me? Look inside my closet, there's a semi-auto
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He ain't never dream of taking trips to Paris He would only dream of breaking on A-mesh
Cooking up, yeah, with that work Serve it everywhere, so that shit at church
All I know is get the cash, pop a perk Go crazy every day, that's the motto
Live my real life like it's Grand Theft Auto Don't believe me? Look inside my closet, there's a semi-auto
Don't believe me? Look inside my truck, niggas are fully out
Pop you like a bottle, then I smoke your model She won't see tomorrow, yeah
Codeine double, I sip that shit when I feel like I'm in trouble
Ballin' on my ex, I need a triple double Ask me where this belt, bitch, it's about the hustle
Flexin' on these niggas, don't gotta move a muscle
Flexin' on these niggas, don't gotta move a muscle
Double cut my troubles away, I'ma do that Chop it in my Gucci bag, not afraid to shoot that
I be wavy as hell, like a durag Pull up on this team, yeah, get this whole crew snapped
Pop off like a soda, codeine in my soda Got the force like Yoda, that bitch is a Xbox
I am her controller, I'ma run the whole shit Kinda like a motor, plug in like a modem
Roll like Lamar Odom, crack like Lamar Odom Smack like Lamar Odom, I'm the best to ever do it
I don't know who told ya, this your girl, then why she open here
Grabbin' my scrotum, I'm on top of everything, can't nobody stop me
I am not a Rolex, bitch, you can't watch me I am not a Hublot, bitch, you can't clock me
Yes, I got a gun, car, bitch, you can block me
Pull up in that new thing, feelin' like I'm Bruce Wayne
Swag on these hoes, designin' my clothes Change my wardrobe like I change hoes
Like I said, all girls actin' like the same ho
Pull up shootin' like a gun ring, ho
Every dream of takin' trips to Paris He would only dream of breakin' on any match
Cookin' up, yeah, with that work, uh, ayy Serve it everywhere, sold that shit at church, uh, yeah
All I know is get the cash, pop a perk, uh, ayy Go crazy every day, that's the motto, ayy
Live my real life like it's Grand Theft Auto Don't believe me? Look inside my closet, there's a semi-auto
Don't believe me? Look inside my closet, there's a semi-auto
Cooking up, yeah, with that work Serve it everywhere, so that shit at church
All I know is get the cash, pop a perk Go crazy every day, that's the motto
Live my real life like it's Grand Theft Auto Don't believe me? Look inside my closet, there's a semi-auto
Don't believe me? Look inside my truck, niggas are fully out
Pop you like a bottle, then I smoke your model She won't see tomorrow, yeah
Codeine double, I sip that shit when I feel like I'm in trouble
Ballin' on my ex, I need a triple double Ask me where this belt, bitch, it's about the hustle
Flexin' on these niggas, don't gotta move a muscle
Flexin' on these niggas, don't gotta move a muscle
Double cut my troubles away, I'ma do that Chop it in my Gucci bag, not afraid to shoot that
I be wavy as hell, like a durag Pull up on this team, yeah, get this whole crew snapped
Pop off like a soda, codeine in my soda Got the force like Yoda, that bitch is a Xbox
I am her controller, I'ma run the whole shit Kinda like a motor, plug in like a modem
Roll like Lamar Odom, crack like Lamar Odom Smack like Lamar Odom, I'm the best to ever do it
I don't know who told ya, this your girl, then why she open here
Grabbin' my scrotum, I'm on top of everything, can't nobody stop me
I am not a Rolex, bitch, you can't watch me I am not a Hublot, bitch, you can't clock me
Yes, I got a gun, car, bitch, you can block me
Pull up in that new thing, feelin' like I'm Bruce Wayne
Swag on these hoes, designin' my clothes Change my wardrobe like I change hoes
Like I said, all girls actin' like the same ho
Pull up shootin' like a gun ring, ho
Every dream of takin' trips to Paris He would only dream of breakin' on any match
Cookin' up, yeah, with that work, uh, ayy Serve it everywhere, sold that shit at church, uh, yeah
All I know is get the cash, pop a perk, uh, ayy Go crazy every day, that's the motto, ayy
Live my real life like it's Grand Theft Auto Don't believe me? Look inside my closet, there's a semi-auto
Don't believe me? Look inside my closet, there's a semi-auto
Writer: Anthony Mplias
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid