save up
I'm spending these racks, while you save up
Bleeding from my hands like the saviour
My mama crying for me to wake up
Pack so loud it woke up my neighbours
I live spontaneous, don't care for arrangements
Mask on me, I don't want you to see my face man
They want the action, Jason Statham
Bodies outlined on the pavement
Me and Voidie stacked like 7 digits
Money 9ft tall that's a couple of midgets
Tell by your body language that you're not with it
Wrapping up grams, just like it's Christmas
I'm running laps, just like Olympics
I'm so high man, I feel like I'm up on Olympus
Got no time for a fake fuck, fake love, no
I thought I heard the feds, I don't wanna risk it
She wanna know what I look like with my mask off
I know she down for me so it do not matter
She got me overwhelmed, I can't look past her
Whipping Ducati straight to hell, fresh to death can't you tell?
She read me with her touch just like Braille
I wanna know what it's like to be real
You got a plan? I get behind it just like a tail
Pack hit me on the head just like a nail
Looking for my dough, that's a profit
Looking for my hope, think I lost it
Looking for my home I know that I lost it
Six shots to the dome, man I'm off it
I'm spending these racks, while you save up
Bleeding from my hands like the saviour
My mama crying for me to wake up
Pack so loud it woke up my neighbours
I live spontaneous, don't care for arrangements
Mask on me, I don't want you to see my face man
They want the action, Jason Statham
Bodies outlined on the pavement
Bleeding from my hands like the saviour
My mama crying for me to wake up
Pack so loud it woke up my neighbours
I live spontaneous, don't care for arrangements
Mask on me, I don't want you to see my face man
They want the action, Jason Statham
Bodies outlined on the pavement
Me and Voidie stacked like 7 digits
Money 9ft tall that's a couple of midgets
Tell by your body language that you're not with it
Wrapping up grams, just like it's Christmas
I'm running laps, just like Olympics
I'm so high man, I feel like I'm up on Olympus
Got no time for a fake fuck, fake love, no
I thought I heard the feds, I don't wanna risk it
She wanna know what I look like with my mask off
I know she down for me so it do not matter
She got me overwhelmed, I can't look past her
Whipping Ducati straight to hell, fresh to death can't you tell?
She read me with her touch just like Braille
I wanna know what it's like to be real
You got a plan? I get behind it just like a tail
Pack hit me on the head just like a nail
Looking for my dough, that's a profit
Looking for my hope, think I lost it
Looking for my home I know that I lost it
Six shots to the dome, man I'm off it
I'm spending these racks, while you save up
Bleeding from my hands like the saviour
My mama crying for me to wake up
Pack so loud it woke up my neighbours
I live spontaneous, don't care for arrangements
Mask on me, I don't want you to see my face man
They want the action, Jason Statham
Bodies outlined on the pavement
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Writer(s): Arthur Pravda
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