Rey Mysterio
Cold hearted cold blooded I can see it in the mirror
Feel it in my bones like I can feel it in the marrow
In this whip no power steering
Make it flip like Rey Mysterio
Must admit dont know you dear
Lost my shit I don't know where I might just
Fully auto hitting gears
I'm a stepper pressure pressure put them all up on they heels
Took a loss to learn they lesson now they all up in they feels Im like
Is you niggas really real
I was sweating working lurking get that money for the bills
You say drip and I say curtains I got money on me still Im like
Fly
No I'm flyer like for real
Put designer on my bitch because i'm Prada like Chanel
Oh you switched I wish you well
They gon send that miss you mail i'm like
How much you move like what you sell
Money on the ground go head throw it on the scale
I aint only talking man i'm showing it as well
We ain't only barking when the bone in the field
I be balling Tony Parker in the zone and it's real
Home of the thrills
Chrome on the wheels
Big whip D park it at the throne on the hill
Going for the kill
Gone for some years
My niggas road running
Yall niggas dont want it
That bitch is so horny I get the boat running
I hit the show running
I left the show honey
I like to show money
Ran like he stole something
I get your soul pumping
I don't let them hold nothing
Grab an ounce and hit the street bet that will get like four hundred
Me and bro was in the strip he let me hold like four hundred
These Balenciaga road runners
Diamond wrist is on stutter
Cold hearted cold blooded I can see it in the mirror
Feel it in my bones like I can feel it in the marrow
In this whip no power steering
Make it flip like Rey Mysterio
Must admit dont know you dear
Lost my shit I don't know where I might just
Fully auto hitting gears
I'm a stepper pressure pressure put them all up on they heels
Took a loss to learn they lesson now they all up in they feels i'm like
Is you niggas really real
I was sweating working lurking get that money for the bills
You say drip and I say curtains I got money on me still I'm like
Fly
No i'm flyer like for real
Put designer on my bitch because i'm Prada like Chanel
Oh you switched I wish you well
They going to send that miss you mail Im like
Feel it in my bones like I can feel it in the marrow
In this whip no power steering
Make it flip like Rey Mysterio
Must admit dont know you dear
Lost my shit I don't know where I might just
Fully auto hitting gears
I'm a stepper pressure pressure put them all up on they heels
Took a loss to learn they lesson now they all up in they feels Im like
Is you niggas really real
I was sweating working lurking get that money for the bills
You say drip and I say curtains I got money on me still Im like
Fly
No I'm flyer like for real
Put designer on my bitch because i'm Prada like Chanel
Oh you switched I wish you well
They gon send that miss you mail i'm like
How much you move like what you sell
Money on the ground go head throw it on the scale
I aint only talking man i'm showing it as well
We ain't only barking when the bone in the field
I be balling Tony Parker in the zone and it's real
Home of the thrills
Chrome on the wheels
Big whip D park it at the throne on the hill
Going for the kill
Gone for some years
My niggas road running
Yall niggas dont want it
That bitch is so horny I get the boat running
I hit the show running
I left the show honey
I like to show money
Ran like he stole something
I get your soul pumping
I don't let them hold nothing
Grab an ounce and hit the street bet that will get like four hundred
Me and bro was in the strip he let me hold like four hundred
These Balenciaga road runners
Diamond wrist is on stutter
Cold hearted cold blooded I can see it in the mirror
Feel it in my bones like I can feel it in the marrow
In this whip no power steering
Make it flip like Rey Mysterio
Must admit dont know you dear
Lost my shit I don't know where I might just
Fully auto hitting gears
I'm a stepper pressure pressure put them all up on they heels
Took a loss to learn they lesson now they all up in they feels i'm like
Is you niggas really real
I was sweating working lurking get that money for the bills
You say drip and I say curtains I got money on me still I'm like
Fly
No i'm flyer like for real
Put designer on my bitch because i'm Prada like Chanel
Oh you switched I wish you well
They going to send that miss you mail Im like
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Writer(s): Darien Thompson
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