Down for Whatever
Round and around round round and around we go
Yeah we go Soprano
Oh oh
Now tell me now now now tell me now you know
Born in the ghetto, hoes on the stiletto
Sipping amaretto, guns lay on the table
Double face hunnies, rolling by in ferrarris
Real niggas real bitches, nothing funny
Good fellas, four niggas popping bottles
You a sellout if you go behind talking
Whose better, do better John teller
Money talks, I'm still a ghost mode fella
What you saying, your girl in my mercedes
Am not playing with you, call me crazy
New to the game, they saying am still the same
Getting a couple spins, this bitches don't wanna leave
Real niggas walk, phony homies just talk more
Few friends more enemies I'm getting all
Am still the best and I ain't putting in my every all
King of my city, picture me from wall to wall
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
My decisions ain't gotta be explained
So if I pick a part, you should let me go the way
I know she hate, I hear she say I broke her heart
Am on my worst behaviour drake said it all
Like a rebel i do what i want am like whatever
Your girl say whatever To you she say never
Am better don't fuck with me start a vendetta
My dawgs on the low for now, you should remember
Good music, big dreams ghost fella
Remember when mama used to go tell em
Tell em boy you know we on echelon
Level money coming in no embezzle
Am denis the menace oh you looking dazzled
Oh boy kill em all dead bodies
I love bad bitches, yeah my fucken problem
Fuck with the boy, we gon have a fucken problem
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
Misunderstood eint Gott be explained
I'm just tryna do my thing
Tryna be me and let you do your thing
I'll just do me, you just do you
Its all about the Benjamins baby
I'm all about my hustle
Mc Soprano
Ghost Mode
Yeah we go Soprano
Oh oh
Now tell me now now now tell me now you know
Born in the ghetto, hoes on the stiletto
Sipping amaretto, guns lay on the table
Double face hunnies, rolling by in ferrarris
Real niggas real bitches, nothing funny
Good fellas, four niggas popping bottles
You a sellout if you go behind talking
Whose better, do better John teller
Money talks, I'm still a ghost mode fella
What you saying, your girl in my mercedes
Am not playing with you, call me crazy
New to the game, they saying am still the same
Getting a couple spins, this bitches don't wanna leave
Real niggas walk, phony homies just talk more
Few friends more enemies I'm getting all
Am still the best and I ain't putting in my every all
King of my city, picture me from wall to wall
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
My decisions ain't gotta be explained
So if I pick a part, you should let me go the way
I know she hate, I hear she say I broke her heart
Am on my worst behaviour drake said it all
Like a rebel i do what i want am like whatever
Your girl say whatever To you she say never
Am better don't fuck with me start a vendetta
My dawgs on the low for now, you should remember
Good music, big dreams ghost fella
Remember when mama used to go tell em
Tell em boy you know we on echelon
Level money coming in no embezzle
Am denis the menace oh you looking dazzled
Oh boy kill em all dead bodies
I love bad bitches, yeah my fucken problem
Fuck with the boy, we gon have a fucken problem
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
Round and around and around and around we go
And around and around and around we go
Misunderstood eint Gott be explained
I'm just tryna do my thing
Tryna be me and let you do your thing
I'll just do me, you just do you
Its all about the Benjamins baby
I'm all about my hustle
Mc Soprano
Ghost Mode
Credits
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Nicholas Kvaran, Lasse Bavngaard, Norman Napier, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Eugene Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks, Rasmus Berg, Gregory A. Webster, Walter Morrison, Jesper Dahl, Andrew Noland, Marvin R. Pierce
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