Mmnp
You know I got it out the mud, came up from the bottom
Now we ridin' in a Rolls, ridin' in a Phantom
All my bitches rolling up, I told them roll another
Made it out the mud, came up from the bottom
Now my brothers rolling up
Money ain't a problem
I wanna hit this blunt, and then roll another
Made it out the mud
Chillin' at the top
Never gon' stop
Never gon' flop yeah
You know we chilling at the top
Chilling in a phantom
Now the stars are way up
But I still remember
All the days I had to struggle
drugs I had to smuggle
Tryna make it work, tryna win the battle
Now I wake up in the morning, shooters on my side
Hop inside the Rolls, doors are suicide
Hop inside the Maybach, you know we finna ride yeah
Hop inside the Maybach, you know we finna ride yeah
Got it out the mud, came up from the bottom
Now we cruising in a Rolls, ridin' in a Phantom
All my bitches rolling up, I told them roll another
All my brothers goin' up, money ain't a problem hey
Never get attached, women come and go yeah
I keep this Shit 100, cause that's how I roll yeah
Always getting money, that's just how it goes yeah
I don't need no bitches, I don't need no hoes
They just want me for my money, they don't want my soul yeah
I'll make it to the top, 'fore I get too old yeah
And then buy a Rari, use it just to swerve yeah
Bitch you talk a lot, You get on my nerves yeah
Dress up in Givenchy, please don't get it twisted
I'm looking real icy, bussdown on my wrist yeah
Ridin' through the city, ridin' through the six yeah
Always got it on me, cause I was selling bricks yeah
Now we ridin' in a Rolls, ridin' in a Phantom
All my bitches rolling up, I told them roll another
Made it out the mud, came up from the bottom
Now my brothers rolling up
Money ain't a problem
I wanna hit this blunt, and then roll another
Made it out the mud
Chillin' at the top
Never gon' stop
Never gon' flop yeah
You know we chilling at the top
Chilling in a phantom
Now the stars are way up
But I still remember
All the days I had to struggle
drugs I had to smuggle
Tryna make it work, tryna win the battle
Now I wake up in the morning, shooters on my side
Hop inside the Rolls, doors are suicide
Hop inside the Maybach, you know we finna ride yeah
Hop inside the Maybach, you know we finna ride yeah
Got it out the mud, came up from the bottom
Now we cruising in a Rolls, ridin' in a Phantom
All my bitches rolling up, I told them roll another
All my brothers goin' up, money ain't a problem hey
Never get attached, women come and go yeah
I keep this Shit 100, cause that's how I roll yeah
Always getting money, that's just how it goes yeah
I don't need no bitches, I don't need no hoes
They just want me for my money, they don't want my soul yeah
I'll make it to the top, 'fore I get too old yeah
And then buy a Rari, use it just to swerve yeah
Bitch you talk a lot, You get on my nerves yeah
Dress up in Givenchy, please don't get it twisted
I'm looking real icy, bussdown on my wrist yeah
Ridin' through the city, ridin' through the six yeah
Always got it on me, cause I was selling bricks yeah
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Writer(s): Riccardo Termini
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