Free rock, rock, chain on my dresser, laying next to the prezzy, evidence of hustling heavy, stack of 20s looking messy, trees screaming, blow screaming, stretch me, paper and lead, erase niggas if they test me, fuck the pop queers, I was trying to cop bigs.
Same chain as we is.
They like how he cop his.
What he got signed?
Did he get some advance?
I heard he got cash off of hand-to-hand grams.
Koof door slammer.
Cute whore rammer.
Poked a hoe without giving her my name or my manners.
Baby, I'm pay, pay, whoa, Giovanni.
Boogers in the bezel, rolling face, looking snotty.
Wrap them up good, gotta hide that scent.
Maybe somewhere in the hood, brand Gary last sent.
Tunnel vision with that money, I don't see none.
Bitch passed out at the suite, too many champagne sips.
Woke up and seen my chain on my...
Dress away and mix to the stack.
Shine, shine on my dress away and mix to the stack.
Shine on.
Next to the stack.
Next to the stack.
I ain't no much less a, I ain't no much less a, I ain't no much less a man next to the stack.
chain on my dresser chain on my dresser chain on my dresser
A money counter going, money slowed up, now it's flowing.
Coops in the summer, long sleeves when it's snowing.
Ball up in the club, now we acing spade porn.
No sports, but I'm scoring.
Watch, hit me 4-4.
Being broke was boring.
I had to get to it.
The plug trying to test me.
I got to run through it.
Money, I done blew it, but it worth my bread invested.
That's why my necklace, BS1 infested.
Clothes are just impressive.
Versace here.
Dosie there.
Gucci on the floor.
Got Louis Vuitton everywhere.
The shoes I wear, I ain't got a way in line for.
Cause everybody can't afford them.
Shit you gotta have though.
I talk shit cause I can.
Bound jeans, one band Rap took me serious This was never in my plans Just sell a little weight
Move to another state.
Buy a couple businesses, a little real estate.
Just the way it next to the stack.
Chain, chain on.
Just the way it next to the stack.
Chain on.
next to the stack.
I'm out.
Wash your life up.
Used to cop, cut up, and promote D. Now I'm doing videos, putting on for the D. Seeing is believing.
Well, with us, you can see.
Dope boys really do this.
Shit way more than music.
I was up hustling.
You was in the bed snoozing.
You trying to keep up.
Man, I ain't speeding.
Yeah, just cruising.
but lose it so I make some O's flip constipated attitude I don't take no shit
Think you fucking with me?
You got no sense.
I'm Nino with these bars.
Motherfuck that whole bitch.
Precious nigga in the club, but I'm wearing old shit.
Hottest nigga in the streets, but always got a cold bitch.
With B. Smith talking brick numbers.
Trying to put down three plays so we can ball six summers.
VVS has got my wrist number.
You ain't respected, just a well-known dick sucker.
I ain't on my dresser when you're next to the stack.
Shame on my dresser wearing next to the stack Shame, shame on my dresser wearing next to the stack
Shane on my dresser, Shane on my dresser Shane on my dresser layin' next to the stack
Shine on my dresser.
Shine on my dresser.
Shine on my dresser laying next to the stack.
