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I got whatever I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch cominâ on
Just have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on coming on
On for what you..
And if you think weâre gonna stop
Thatâs just absurd
My middle fingerâs in the sky
Screaminâ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
Yea, I got âem yellinâ âOh God, Lordâ
Presence fresh, your neck rise, sharp Tom Ford
Fuck G4s, I charter private Concords
And she through the sky like missiles when they dodge ball
Toast them bottles with the booze
Smell and stink like old money buried in the kingâs tomb
When you think we smell funny, certain niggas wanna watch âem
When it comes to money Iâm a nose fragrance, watch the flower blossom
When it comes to bread, yâall niggas know itâs me
I articulate beautiful like a poetry
Hoes bring me that paper just like they owing threes
Chip âem a revenue, God bless my rosaries
Listen , thatâs why your witness and your highness
Weâre celebratinâ success and sippinâ on the finestExplain
Most you motherfuckers need to learn to stand behind us
When we come and dismantle you niggas quick and leave you spineless
But thatâs for you to dodge us
I got whatever I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch cominâ on
Just have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on coming on
On for what you..
And if you think weâre gonna stop
Thatâs just absurd
My little fingerâs in the sky
Screaminâ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
She see me stackinâ cheese in my saggy sheets
Silver and Sela, smokinâ lavender leaf
Yellow Jesus piece, I still feed the streets
Iâm getting score, that Ferrari seats
Riders at the top, get arrogant on âem
Set a bottle off, you can ride if you wanna
My money mandatory, slippy what deposits look
Money green, Maserati with a body kit
Dead presidents, got my name on the blim
Fast in the residence based on a tip
Playin innocent, the state attorney want a grip
Iâve got enough, get with puff, I could make a flip
Fuck the charge down for me to top the Forbes list
Iâm a fat boy, I but âem on that poor shit
You see that money? Iâm touchinâ mine
Itâs Rosay, Trey Songz, Busta Rhymes
I got whatever I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch cominâ on
Just have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on coming on
On for what you..
And if you think weâre gonna stop
Thatâs just absurd
My little fingerâs in the sky
Screaminâ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
Hand on my heart while giving thanks and continued bustinâ these bottles open
Passinâ the time, securinâ lanes, gurkinâ forgot smokinâ
Controllinâ every room when I enter there start toastinâ
Undecided on what to drive, think the garage is open
As we do the impossible
It seems successfully manifestinâ a thought and livinâ out the dream
Leave an unforgettable mark of mud
I be in it like adding a chapter to the Bible with my blood, listen
Every day is like a weekend
Like we never give a fuck, celebratinâ for no reason
A convoy full of trucks, ainât no question, we all eatinâ
Then itâs silence when I talk like Iâm hearinâ the Lord speakinâ now
As they complain about my ways
Cuz Iâll be grindinâ, never sleepinâ just be ballinâ on for days
Be fuckinâ every model, every weed in out the strays
And then Iâm bouncinâ that Bugatti slowly totinâ on the haze
Then we pass this shit to Trey
I got whatever I signed
You wanna hop in, bitch cominâ on
Just have to have your mouth wide
If you know that you plan on coming on
On for what you..
And if you think weâre gonna stop
Thatâs just absurd
My little fingerâs in the sky
Screaminâ fuck a hater til the day a nigga die
- Album:
- Year of the Dragon