Lyrics: Willie Wilson
Music: Willie Wilson
I need my cut like a mu****in' razor
Came out the swamp like a mu****in' gator
Ran up on em, I know they not hatin'
We come together, we start a creation
Brand new tuxedo, and I got it tailored
I might hit Colorado and see Kayla
Toyota Camry, same color mayo
Movin' them squares and ain't talkin Legos
I miss my partna, that boy is my migos
Back in the day he was pushin' them kilos
Check my account and that bitch had zeros
Nigga took three whole hunnids from me though
How you gon' come chase the money from me though
I just wanna get enough buy a speedboat
Cheat code 456 like CeeLo, I need all my c-notes
Better stand back, baby just don't be close, blowin' up like C4
I be geekin' just like Stitch and Lilo, takin' trips to Rio
[?] but I **** with the best
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45 diamonds on yo mu****in neck
45 set rollin' out, who next?
Shawty got cake like a mu****in muffin
I'm in the sto so you know I ain't cuffin'
Pull out the lot, in McClaren 200
I got a beanie, you knowing what's on it
I got a [?]
I got a flight right at 9 in the morning
Twenty-seven thousand for a new Honda
I gotta keep my head clean, good karma
I gotta get to the cheese like karma
I gotta go out the weed like farmers
Shawty she lookin' at me like the one
The way that life go, you might need a gun
Woah, you might need a gun, gun
You might need a gun, you might not need nothing
Ain't no telling what you might get into, yeah
Hope that boy right there, he don't offend you, yeah
Hope that boy right there, he don't offend you
I heard the devil workin' on that Mister Re 2