I put VVSs in my ears and rings (and that's usual) I buy Louis bags with bitches on my team (and that's usual) I just bought a Coupe don't come out 2013 (and that's usual) I take mollies and I mix it with the lean (and that's usual) Man I turn up on these niggas every time (it's what I usually do) Got a million dollars worth of fuckin' dimes (it's what I usually do) Any time a nigga in the VIP (this what I usually do) Order, hundred rolls, these bottles are on me (and that's usual) My cup pink, my blunt stink My bankroll, it won't fold I'm out of here, in Pluto Have a two-door and a four-door In the same day, got two bitches go both ways They eatin' good like a Sunday I'm a fly guy like a runway My jacket leather with a little suede I'm king, baby, David Yurman I'm a space cadet, I ain't even human Get adios in sixty seconds I'm out of here like George Jetson In the air with the kush and plane Take a pain killer, take away the pain Real street nigga, take away the fame I switch lanes with your main dame Rock Chuck Taylors with the spikes on 'em My ear lobes've got ice on 'em My main thing, keep ice on her With a big bag and some red bottoms I spit fire, that real lava I'm a superstar, and I'm a real problem When I'm in the club, send a hundred bottles Send a hundred bitches and they all models Champagne, pour it like it's water My chain swang, it's H20 Them clear diamonds, they shine and glow I'm makin' movies like HBO I'm strapped up with the four-four I'm from Lil' Mexico, I'll take your hoe I fuck with Haiti like Lorenzo I'm on Miley Cyrus, got more style than any stylist See a pretty face with a bad body She right beside me like a chain on My frames on, they Christian Dior, I'm draped to the floor I hustle that blow like you shootin' it up I'm throwin' that money like shootin' it up I'm Rastafarian Jamaican tough I'm back, why puff? I'm big in these streets I'm so high right now I can't feel my feet I'm in Ferragamo, I'm in Double G That's Gucci, young Gucci, from head to my feet I'm geeked off the money like I snorted P I turn up, I turn up, it's no one can compete I broke the knob off and they vanished, capisce? I can't see you, even though you see me I'm back on my one-two, hookin' up Peru More money, more problems – what I'mma do? I'm inside the zoo, I'm gone off that screw Guerrilla warfare, chopping it loose I hop in the Coupe, 200 on dash My bitch very bad, my money come fast The bottle's on fire like the 4th of July Designer my eyes, designer my hoes Designer my clothes, we pourin' up fours My jewelry froze, make commas and Os It's all I know, me and Franks Grants and Jacks, I'm playin' with a sack I take my bitch and let her play with them stacks I'll take me a blunt and stuff it 'til it's fat If it's 1000, that's real facts If it's OG, that's that loud pack Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com