Tryna get her money, she was nineteen Movin' to Miami was her life's dream I told her she could end up on a wide screen She liked that, she thought she was lightning
Stacy got the brib and the brand new bag Goin' up good, so she can't look back Goin' up fast so she can't look back Why you holdin' on if it can't go bad? (Hey, hey) Stacy got the heels and the brand new tags Sticks in the new Chanel camel bag Stacy goin' wild, yeah, you can't go back You can't go back, you can't go back
Wanted the Rari', I walked up and bought it I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it Niggas on, never goin' back where I started Chopped off the roof, I could see where my God is I wanted the Spider, I walked up and bought it I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it Drivin' 'round the same hood that I starved in Can't let the rats live, that's a problem
Everything I got up on my wrist, shit is gorgeous Everything I got up on my teeth, shit is gorgeous And they know I'm comin' from the east, shit is hardest Niggas carryin' heavier sticks than the loggers Everything I got up on my wrist, bitch, it's gorgeous Everything I got up on repeat, shit is gorgeous Everything I got up on my seat for the robbers We juugin', ballin', it's just an ordinary problem
Think of me as man, then a goon, then an artist Watch where you stomp when you walk where my clocks is I'm not with the talk, with the talk, not the talkers I be with the goons and the thugs goin' bonkers I would never stop in the park for your pardon I be hittin' the numbers, for real, hit the log-in I just left Celine, yeah, I probably spent the mortgage Diamonds 'round my neck, know it's fuckin' retarded
I might, might buy six chains tonight Just to say I did it, for real Just to say I lived it, for real Just to say I'm frigid I might, might buy six chains tonight Just to say I did it, for real Just to say I lived it, for real Just to say I'm frigid Hey
Stacy got the brib and the brand new bag Goin' up good, so she can't look back Goin' up fast so she can't look back Why you holdin' on if it can't go bad? (Hey, hey) Stacy got the heels and the brand new tags Sticks in the new Chanel camel bag Stacy goin' wild, yeah, you can't go back You can't go back, you can't hold back
Wanted the Rari', I walked up and bought it I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it Niggas on, never goin' back where I started Chopped off the roof, I could see where my God is I wanted the Spider, I walked up and bought it I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it Drivin' 'round the same hood that I starved in Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, where my
Everything I got up on my wrist, shit is gorgeous Everything I got up on my teeth, shit is gorgeous And they know I'm comin' from the east, shit is hardest Niggas carryin' heavier sticks than the loggers Everything I got up on my wrist, bitch, it's gorgeous Everything I got up on repeat, shit is gorgeous Everything I got up on my seat for the robbers We juugin', ballin', it's just an ordinary problem
Tryna get her money, she was nineteen Movin' to Miami was her life's dream I told her she could end up on a wide screen She liked that, so thought she was lightning
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Compositores: Carlos St John Phillips (Carlos Phillips) (BMI), Lee Stashenko (BMI)Editores: BMG Rights Management Us LLC (BMI), EMI Blackwood Music Inc (BMI), Stellar Songs Limited (BMI), St John Portfolio (BMI)Administração: BMG Rights Management Us LLC (BMI), Sony Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #39698836 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM