Yeah yeah, yeah yeah You gotta feel the pain of a kid in the ghetto Our hearts in the ghetto yeah Yeah yeah Turn it up a notch for the city
I do the Maserati, no basic, no basic Gotta get that money like the 80's and save it We went through the struggle and waited, and waited I can't let not one of you betray me, betray me I get exhausted off the red until I say 'uh oh' I get exhausted off the red, I don't need no mo' I promise I'ma blow the weave off this bitch, nigga A million dollar, take a sneeze on a bitch nigga
Cop a fifth of lean, don't you take it personal Shorty wanna swing? Fine, nigga. Away, let's go Let's go California dreams every single day we know I gave her the game and I ran with it Took all the pain and I ran with it Took all the fame and I ran with it I took a few losses and ran with it I go to shop with a tear full Order that car and an Audemars I'm reminiscin' about my past, yeah I gotta go get the cash up Ten mail trucks, I put a bird inside a Porsche She a bad bitch, I put that ass inside a Porsche Got some mad killers with me ready to spray that torch Really, really really, we some dope boys
I do the Maserati, no basic, no basic Gotta get that money like the 80's and save it We went through the struggle and waited, and waited I can't let not one of you betray me, betray me I get exhausted off the red until I say 'uh oh' I get exhausted off the red, I don't need no mo' I promise I'ma blow the weave off this bitch, nigga A million dollar, take a sneeze on a bitch nigga
A hundred round magazine, don't take it personal We had some problems 'fore this rap shit taken personal You get so much money, your past start haunting you So many foreign broads, and they all want that revenue Hey, I keep that dope boy knot on me I keep one on me, yeah Rubber band banks, I fuck that bitch she got one on me, yeah Saucy, drippin' off me, got designer drippin' off me, yeah Burn some dope up, I roll some dope up I gotta smoke one, yeah I caught a jugg at the car dealer Paid it right there on the spot for her Maserati truck, whoa whoa Fucking thottys is a no-no Real niggas do it anyway Pop a pill, she a throw away Crack a seal then pour away Fuck around, take the doors away
I do the Maserati, no basic, no basic Gotta get that money like the 80's and save it We went through the struggle and waited, and waited I can't let not one of you betray me, betray me I get exhausted off the red until I say 'uh oh' I get exhausted off the red, I don't need no mo' I promise I'ma blow the weave off this bitch, nigga A million dollar, take a sneeze on a bitch nigga
Compositor: Kevin Jamal Morse ECAD: Obra #36846708