One, two, three, four.
We needed one butter, two
four footer, five footer,
Six, seven, got a rock and roll, about to rock and roll.
Still a crossbowman, lazy, when the shot boys was babies.
I was partying like a baby.
a rockstar in a hot car in the 80s.
Can't play me.
I'm crazy.
I wish a nigga would.
Smash a nigga by a specimen.
Really representing who?
I've been all around the globe, chasing this money, doing them shows.
I carry the whole load.
See, my family is my everything.
My money take care of everything.
These nuts, I let them hang.
What's understood don't need to be explained, never.
Ask Ronnie to tell you, I'm on a whole nother level.
I do it cause I'm the shit shit, you son of a bitch, I'm rich.
How many times I got to tell these niggas to stay, I bought this dick.
Click type, we'll fist fight, when I start shit, how you'll get tight My niggas is known to upvote, squeeze on niggas like truck life
with a shine dog.
I'm a grind dog.
I remind y'all again, I don't do this to be famous.
I do it for my kids.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for my candy, cause my baby's gotta know.
Four for the blind, five for the blind, six, seven, got a rock and roll, about to rock and roll.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for the happy, four babies, one and no.
Four for the grind, five for the grind.
Six, seven, got a knockin' load, about to rock and roll.
Wheels spin and dippin', over the waistline's a white linen.
Fluorescent blue, that's for the Titans, nigga, be in it.
Christ, like crisis, ISIS, we are the righteous.
Fighting for the breath of my lightning.
Oh yeah.
Sweep that technique.
Never that.
Ready, set, go.
Gangsta, you know I shed tears as my shotguns steadily go blow.
As we lift them off the floor.
I smoke squares on it, holy crown, holy now, whoa.
I want it more days to flip your mind.
Nigga, you're seeking your vibe.
We're gonna suck up, pretend that I'm hunting for ambulance.
We lost the national cookies.
Understand they gon' get caught up in my looky-looky Cocky niggas get shot, so they gon' try to push me
Burn that, nigga, you earn that, now learn that.
Christ, this is what I feel you in the building, little baby, turn that.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for my candy, cause my baby's got it, yo.
Four for the grind, five for the grind, six, seven, got a rock and roll, about to rock and roll.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for the candy, my baby's got to know.
Four for the grind, five for the grind Six, seven, got a knockin' load, about to rock and roll Talkin' shit, but I can bag it up, these niggas
ain't no match for us.
I've been doing this shit so long, man.
These niggas ain't got no scratch for us.
A breath of fresh air like I'm new in the league.
The Brian James on these niggas, too much power, too much speed.
Smoke good weed and cigarettes like young Noah.
We'll see you next time.
Better ride, suck a shit and never slide.
One for the shine, two for the money.
Give it back to my heavenly father.
father.
He's the only one that can take it from me.
We brought my family.
Go for their teacher.
and I give up, otherwise I shoot you.
Try to stay alive and sit to keep grinding.
The heaven dog is all about perfect timing.
What's on my motherfucking mind is this.
These player haters got me.
You still rewind it if you missed it.
One for the shine.
Two for the money.
Three for my kind.
Because my baby's got to know.
One for the shine, two for the money.
We put our hands up, my babies want to know.
Four for the grind, five for the grind.
Six, seven, got a knockin' load, about to rock and roll.
One for the shine, two for the money, three for my candy, cause my baby's gotta go.
Four foot and nine, five foot and nine, six, seven, got a lock and load, about to rock and roll.
One butter, two butter, three butter, my baby's gotta go.
Four for the grind, five for the grind, six, seven, got a rock and roll, about to rock and roll.
Say we're about to rock and roll
Hey, say about the rock and roll.
Yeah.
Sing about the rock and roll.
Hey, say no more to rock and roll.
