| Uh Its young Khalifa man Paper Plane Gang Alba one young Aye, shout out to my brother Spitter, man I just wanted to say that Yea And , your bitch could see this shit from across the street nigga Its pimpin over here Macaroni Ta-Ha! Kush & Orange Juice nigga What up Chevy Jerm I see you Cardo on the beat I don't love em I don't chase em I duck em Smoke somethin Go to winter states Soon as I fuck em Niggas be pressed for pussy It aint nothing Instead of worrying bout who that bitch fucking Why don't you get you some money 9 times outta 10 she see me stunting Game runnin Wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she comin I keep it a hunned Get love from the hoes But its money over bitches nothing above it Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up bitches holdin they weave rollin trees With they pretty feets up Them suckas often imitate but they can't be us So super how look in the sky when you wan see me bruh Cut my speakers up Drowning out what the critics say Just, continue to smoke and remain G as fuck Polo socks match my Polo hat She leave once its a known fact That she aint comin back Now Taylor Gang that And aint shit change but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes And I be the blinder with the diamonds in my big chains Heavy in the game lil homie im doin big thangs And them bitches they mesmerized they recognize I keep it so G (I keep it so G, I keep it so G) Get you some money fucking with me Yea yea yea yea uh I don't love em I don't ... |
