24's on my beemer You never know when i slide up 19 in my nina, red dot when i ride up Hundred deep in that k.o.d King of diamonds that's me n*gga No you b*tches can't get my beat Choppers only thing free n*ggas Step to me and i teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers Last night i counted 1 mill This morning 150 Pussy n*ggas can't count me out Don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah V12 jetted, jet blue, forget it Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but it's different yay Yeah that's candy paint, on my 7 tre Okay, i'm booked out until august Show money deposits See the sht then i cop it Got but a house note in my pocket I'm on south beach with that top off Bad b*tch and her ass soft Something outta that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw And i think her name was lisa Or maybe it was sheila My chevy sittin' too high I call that wiz khalifa And i'm all about the new franklins Ain't talkin' aretha B*tch my league too major I'm hip hop derek jeter And i'm still feeling my pockets Big bass and its knocking Yeah this be that remix But still ride around with that rocket N*gga welcome back to my household "we the best" be that logo Hundred grand for that neck glow All about the dinero N*gga flow so retarded We be getting gnarley Oh kimosabe, it be me, ross, weezy Party cause it's the…
Same old sh*t, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what i'mma do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard G-mix, i do it (yeah), g-mix, (this the remix) (uh)
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