(Verse)
You know I kill any motherfucker song that I go on
And now I gotta count the money that I'm spitting,
Cause I get it in, my brain so long.
My bank big, nigger, prolong,
My brain fried, nigger, so alone,
I hate fake niggers and so on,
Take all the money that I make.
This sure will not be the reason why you're waiting,
Plus I smoke the bumbest weed, I call it Californication.
Out for vacation, I call out for escape,
A hundred dollars for the safe just for the thousand imma face it.
You niggers see my piece and try to copy,
My Roli presidential, plus the rings that I got all about, Versace.
And I ain't even cocky, I'm just confident that I'm the shit,
You ain't the motherfuckers, know what time it is.
(Hook)
I'm just riding on my side of town,
Got my windows up and my speakers up,
And we smoke that we don't need about.
Bet the haters wish that they could see me now.
The money in the way,
Everyone of us getting money.
The money in the way,
My nigger on the real, all he see is dollar bill.
(Verse)
I blow a hundred bandz just to fuck around,
With that hoe that you're in love,
With that hoe I mess around with.
Cut out of a taylor, blue drink in my paper
I peace out for my people, but tonight I'm doing Jager.
Twenty years old and I ain't falling off,
Niggers fix about the chick and they run their mouth.
Ferrari pulled out, guess who's hopping out, me.
Would a couple, a couple hand in some bank account.
Rocking Louis this, Louis that,
Louis on my ass, Louis on my hat.
When I hit the club, Louis in my hand.
That's the Louis 13, Louie in my glass.
(Hook)
I'm just riding on my side of town,
Got my windows up and my speakers up,
And we smoke that we don't need about.
Bet the haters wish that they could see me now.
The money in the way,
Everyone of us getting money.
The money in the way,
My nigger on the real, all he see is dollar bill.
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