Ben Trill, drop that new exclusive shit, Mike.
I feel you.
Can't underestimate me.
Future Hendrix.
Stoner man, what it do now?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mike Wilmer.
Huh?
Even I look at my diamonds sometimes and kiss them.
That's why my ex, my ex.
And I don't miss her.
The way she acting right now, I should have pimped her.
Throwing shots and looking on my lover, my nigga.
Even my niggas know I love her, my nigga.
And ain't no love for you hoes, you hoes crazy.
And we ain't never gonna fold, we stay faded.
Yeah, we stay.
Ain't no water running down my eyes.
Ain't no love for the other side.
The way these diamonds twinkle all in your eyeball.
I know it should have been a crying dog by law.
And most of these fake niggas, they done fell off.
I'm raising stakes, nigga, and I'm well off.
I'm counting that cake, trimming my nails off.
And when times is hard, I move a bell off.
And when I'm whipping them lanes, I'm in that new spirit.
Are you niggas some lame stuff with a new friend congratulations?
Niggas like me, dawg.
Me, dawg.
Get money, get money, and I don't see y'all.
Nah.
I don't see flowers.
I don't see flowers.
Even I look at my diamonds, sometimes it's custom.
That's why my ex, my ex, and all missile, the way she acting right now.
I should have helped her.
Throwing shots of liquor on my lover, my nigga.
Even my niggas know I love them, my nigga.
And ain't no love for you hoes, you hoes crazy.
And we ain't never going to fold.
We stay fake.
Yeah, we stay fake.
living your dreams, nigga.
I'm getting crazy money with these New Orleans, nigga.
Ain't no nigga I can judge a nigga holdin' on a hammer I coulda fucked her from the start and put her on the camera
I kept it hustle with you, bitch.
Kept it real hustle.
You fuckin' with the God of Nick.
So you will suffer.
Helicopter flying over your head.
We chop it up, we live a life that's in there.
I ride the cars that you never can drive.
We fought the baddest bitches money could buy Ain't no love lost, ain't no love gained
This the young real nigga, real pain.
He's had me.
Even I look at my diamonds sometimes and kiss them.
That's why my ex, my ex.
And no, I miss her.
The way she acting right now, I should have pimped her.
Throwing shots and looking on my lover, my nigga.
Even my niggas know I love her, my nigga.
And ain't no luck for you hoes, you hoes crazy.
Yeah, we stay faded.
