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(feat. Rick Ross)
[Verse 1: Stalley]
I been in so much gold lately, pistol close and itâs off safety
Niggas smilinâ in my face, but they all hate me and itâs all gravy
See I ainât playinâ no games
Iâmma ball crazy, I ball baby
Throw this money up high, now let it fall lazy
Tip drills for the quick thrills, donât tease I wanna feel it all baby
Clicquot and Don Peri, canât forget that loud pack
Bud smoke everywhere, Iâm around that
Made a lil money this year, now everybody they countinâ that
New house with a new spouse, cars parked out where the fountain at
I love that feeling of bouncing back
Blue Collar still my grind, green backs on my mind
Nobody workinâ than Iâm, my nigga still throwinâ out that iron
Tryna iron out they situations with feds all on they line
So we talk low and we park slow and watch out for one time
These wild niggas thatâs out they mind, theyâll crowd your whip and pound that nine
Till the clip is empty, theyâll rip your Bentley with shells all in your spine
Thatâs just jealous envy, see Hell ainât picky
When itâs your time, itâs your time
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Real niggas done linked up world wide nowâ¦
Itâs untouchable now, itâs unstoppable nowâ¦
Regardless of how it go down nigga, you gone die a legend niggaâ¦
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I got a star on my sneakers and they made by Chuck Taylor
Iâm a star in the ghetto I swear C-Murda my neighbor
Bought me a Corvette motor, put a Super Charger on it
From the bus stop itâs sounding like a damn train rollinâ
Ainât a damn thing foldinâ, everything still standing
Pull up, hop out, shoot up this bitch like Jonathan Mannion
All the cars still candy all the girls light skinned
And they well educated, itâs still niggas stuck on stupid
I say fuck all my haters, then I fuck all they ladies
Who the fuck you think you are in this fuckinâ Mercedes
Itâs the boss bitch, so go tell your boss bitch
Hammerman off the hook, donât make me hit your off switch
[Interlude 2: Rick Ross]
Like a damn train rollinâ, ainât a damn thing foldinââ¦
He strapped, Iâm strappedâ¦
You got that right?â¦
Come onâ¦
[Verse 3: Stalley]
Iâm strapped up like bamboo, talons and hollows my ammo
Shoulder straps like Rambo, donât fill them clips too high though
I learned that from B.I
Donât keep too many in my ride, learned that from T.I
And stay away from them P.I.âs
Got the Milk buzzinâ like beehives, nobody does it like these guys
Ski-mask when we rides, jump out boys we known to take
Home invasion with guns in your face, kids tied up and thrown in the lakes
We ainât choppinâ fingers, we poppinâ Ninaâs and skate
We just some dirty kids that ainât ate, tryna fill up that plate
We done chopped grams, and plotted plans to plan our escape
But we still in this trap though, and itâs feelinâ like a trapdoor
Slow motion, money that slow
Pick up the van then pick up my mans, we cominâ for that cash-flow
Beard longer than Castroâs, put fear up in these assholes
Mack Eleven with the air holes
Tearinâ souls when I bear hold this trigga
When Iâm blackinâ out and no backinâ out, I be clear with a nigga
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