That right?
Talk to him.
Let's go.
Ain't shit change.
The cars and the cribs all in my bitch name.
I'm takin' federal chances to make the bells a-dance Bitches lookin' at me makin' sexual abuse
Vans nigga ain't shit sweet, but you know, I'm caked up.
God murder me.
Murderator It's snitches on the block now to tilt when you're Block E and T, bitch You can't fade us Keep the stacks in my pocket
Mama at it, blow in the basement.
Tell them five lawyers make you say, what a case.
It's showtime, pay them haters no mind.
I can make my money flip four times in no time.
Every since I was a young boy nigga movin' them G-units Got the whole city supplied with packs And that fruity pot to trunk, money, bags, and crack I keep it movin', shut the stack, nigga chopper go crack And your medulla move unique
Get money like me, Memphis SunTrust.
See them pots and boil your water, straight drop.
So place your order, got them bricks, I'm coming for ya.
Credit code to the safe.
Tie your wife up in the basement,
Cause I get to the money like casinos.
A young Robert De Niro, 6K off in the yellow.
You know it's Kalito's way.
I hold that pill.
Yeah, girl and boy, fuck the drought.
Fake niggas, I came in.
I ain't getting
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Bank with.
The streets of America.
Who we roll with.
The dope boys and dope girls.
I'm telling you.
With that Chevy City.
Oh, it's them deuce-deuce derringers.
What about choking it?
Pablo from South America.
Where you stand?
money.
That shoebox in the closet.
How you move the word?
I buy it and you haul it.
How you having the hole?
My nigga, you callin'.
Tell him how the gang go.
Keep ballin' and stop stallin'.
In the minute, mind the motor, phantom or the Lambo.
Pop the trunk, niggas got straps like
I'm Rambo, air holders gettin' money Know it when they see it, nigga, I'm here now, yo
This my season, nigga.
