Smithy, Rick Ross, T-Pain, Tuna Raid, Remix.

That's what's up.

Yeah.

That's what's up.

We can make it.

T3.

Stuck your dwecks down your heart.

Rihanna, she not real.

Die in your arms, the night will cease.

I did die.

Smitty.

Real five in my Yale.

I love you, homie.

I told you I was coming back with another.

And another.

Mo' money.

Mo' money.

Maseratis.

My money.

My money.

Like Dottie's.

Just proves that shoes two-step.

My shoes smooth as UF.

Double R. I got it.

I got it.

Peace.

Peace.

yourself they come with the game i'm the person first she fly like a plane since i bought a gazelle frame she see me the same

I just died in your arms tonight

I could die in your arms tonight

Oh, oh, oh, I just died

I'm putting them on my back.

Kelly, what up?

We hear you now.

We hear you, D&T.

Come play.

I was in the six, he was in the V I'm with close friends, he was triple C He class in the back, I let him breathe We gettin' dope We got dope, we got dope No singin', we got dope, we got dope White guts milked out in the Diablo Y'all got hoes, but we got more It's our city, it's just us If you biggie, I'm puffin' I love money, can't get enough

On my third meal, you just getting lunch.

Who you know spit like we spit.

No video, still gotta remix.

Christ like with the iced out Jesus.

You ain't nothing but hair.

I'm B-Bliss.

So fresh.

We the best.

Hey, Cali, you gotta play this.

Do what they best.

It just makes sense.

They're all showing how to get rich like this.

You know what I mean?

I just died in your arms tonight

But for me it's something you say I did die

tonight.

I just got in one

We'll be right back.

Thank you.

Thank you.

She's so sexy.

and old man see murder.

I tell make man a right will.

They come to accuracy, they are top on the deal.

She's so sexy, I know fancy kill.

Make them turn, they can't stay still.

We have a girl, we cool and we sit.

She says she had a mission and it don't be fulfilled, man, I love her.

I could die.

It's in.

I could die in your arms.

Like I told you.

It's Ricky Ross.

Get it.

Smitty.

T-Pain.

Smitty.

Been doing your thing a long time, homie.

But now it's time to pick up the money bags.

We coming down 183rd.

Rip him up there, Mike.

Yeah, yeah.

All you see is me, Jackson Lambros.

These compliments are the most extreme.

Breon just hit me on the celly.

Let me know.

We doing big.

E-Class coming down in a big diesel.

Goochie.

She's still in the Beamer.

Hey, you know what I mean?

You made a bitch.

T-Pain, what up, homie?

You know I let you hold one of the coups and ain't nothing.

Smitty.

Count that money, nigga.

We don't trust money machines no more.

You know what I'm talking about?

Yeah, I like the feeling, dude.

I like the feeling.

Give money.

in there.

Get money.