Lyrics: James Calvin Boyd Iii
Music: James Calvin Boyd Iii
Got a lot rings, ima chase my doe
Pull up in the whip, it's a black 4-4
Got a bad bitch, keep the white on nose
Wanna go shopping, shop stay closed
OH
We get the paper, the haters they hating
Gone mess up the money, get froze
My label put packs, on they back
And stay strapped
Keep actin yo ass get exposed
Clean up, clean up, clean up.
Grips and triple beams
Do it for the city, boy.
Some Things can get extreme.
Life is what you make it, I'm addicted to the cream
Feel like martin luther king, swear my life is like a dream
Wait
Look at all my people
Stompin stages rush the show
Shout out to momma man, this life is all I know
We took over countries, now we trynna take the globe
You can see aura, she just wanna feel the...
Glow
Back up, back up
If they act up
2mdie got let it spray
College educated
I won't need no lawyer for the case
If I ever needed
Know I get some duckets in the safe
Looking Overseas, they'll over see
That dough in foreign states
Vintage floral plates
Marcel Breuer sofa
On an 86, from 8 to 6
These VVs keep it colder
Upgrade from the rover
She got LA on her shoulder
She seen 7 seas, from pushin P
She bringing the money over.