Memphis Blues
Yeah
My new bitch from Detroit ass shaped like Ki Toy (Stacked)
She only fuck wit hood niggas matter fact only D Boys (Uh huh)
My niggas call me Chi-Town cause I bring the illest noise (Chi-raq)
Seen her once fucked twice now she callin' me for that d boy (Uh)
Met her down in M-Town pulled up on Beale Street
Just moved to Tennessee she say she get 'em for 10 a key (That pack)
I'm on track no train station (Uh uh)
AR got the ground shakin' (Pow pow)
Get money no negotiation
3rd eye I see ya hatin' (I see ya)
Name a nigga that got mo' money than me I'll give you a million (A milly)
Name a bitch that I can't fuck I'll give yo ass 10 million (10 milly)
Diamonds leave 'em dizzy (Uh)
See the way they hittin' (Uh uh)
Pulled up in that coupe (Foreign)
Wit that roof missin' (Vroom)
Gold on me like King Tut
Told that bitch I don't give a fuck (Uh uh)
Money long need a Brinks truck
Stackin' chips nigga keep up (Stacks stacks)
Bad bitch her ass up she backed up and it splashed up
Head lock she like it rough I pulled out she missed the bus, cause
All I ever wanted was a million (Racks)
Now my money stacked up to the ceilin' (Uh huh)
Pulled up in that coupe roof missin' (Foreign)
Givin' hoes the blues they in they feelings (Hey)
All I ever wanted was a million (Racks)
Now my money stacked up to the ceilin' (Uh huh)
Pulled up in that coupe roof missin' (Foreign)
Givin' hoes the blues they in they feelings (Hey)
Yeah let me talk my shit
Niggas don't want no smoke like a chimney in the summer time
I'm Ike Hill from the Westside (Westside)
Glock 40 on my left side (Left side)
And I got that extendo on me hollow points I let it ride
Pull up like James Harden no Microsoft I'm goin' harder
My niggas stuntin' no bmx we all rollin' it's Goodyear
Y'all niggas foul shoot by myself get T'd up I'm still here (I'm still here)
Technically I been the realest
My big faces been the bluest (Franks)
Off white I been the purest
I hopped out that Lambo Urus (Oou)
My right side always a dime she 5'9 she big fine (Uh)
30 deep it's hammer time (Can't touch this)
Gold frames you know the vibes
My old hoes always trynna call me (Call me)
Now they all want me cause I'm ballin' (Ballin')
I'm sorry baby but you tried to dog me (Dog me)
Shittin' on my haters is my calling (Calling)
Dope boy from the 80's (Uh)
Big body Mercedes (Benz)
My hoes got 380's (Pow)
Never let a bitch play me, Aye
All I ever wanted was a million (Racks)
Now my money stacked up to the ceilin' (Uh huh)
Pulled up in that coupe roof missin' (Foreign)
Givin' hoes the blues they in they feelings (Hey)
All I ever wanted was a million (Racks)
Now my money stacked up to the ceilin' (Uh huh)
Pulled up in that coupe roof missin' (Foreign)
Givin' hoes the blues they in they feelings
All I ever wanted was a million (Racks on racks)
Now I got that coupe roof missin' (Skrrt)
Rolly on my wrist no tickin' (Uh uh)
Money over bitches is the mission (Yeah)
Asian bitch wit me I'm chillin' (Foreign)
Cartier frames clear vision (Uh)
See the diamonds hittin' they flenchin' (Uh uh)
Givin' hoes the blues they in they feelings (Hey)
My new bitch from Detroit ass shaped like Ki Toy (Stacked)
She only fuck wit hood niggas matter fact only D Boys (Uh huh)
My niggas call me Chi-Town cause I bring the illest noise (Chi-raq)
Seen her once fucked twice now she callin' me for that d boy (Uh)
Met her down in M-Town pulled up on Beale Street
Just moved to Tennessee she say she get 'em for 10 a key (That pack)
I'm on track no train station (Uh uh)
AR got the ground shakin' (Pow pow)
Get money no negotiation
3rd eye I see ya hatin' (I see ya)
Name a nigga that got mo' money than me I'll give you a million (A milly)
Name a bitch that I can't fuck I'll give yo ass 10 million (10 milly)
Diamonds leave 'em dizzy (Uh)
See the way they hittin' (Uh uh)
Pulled up in that coupe (Foreign)
Wit that roof missin' (Vroom)
Gold on me like King Tut
Told that bitch I don't give a fuck (Uh uh)
Money long need a Brinks truck
Stackin' chips nigga keep up (Stacks stacks)
Bad bitch her ass up she backed up and it splashed up
Head lock she like it rough I pulled out she missed the bus, cause
All I ever wanted was a million (Racks)
Now my money stacked up to the ceilin' (Uh huh)
Pulled up in that coupe roof missin' (Foreign)
Givin' hoes the blues they in they feelings (Hey)
All I ever wanted was a million (Racks)
Now my money stacked up to the ceilin' (Uh huh)
Pulled up in that coupe roof missin' (Foreign)
Givin' hoes the blues they in they feelings (Hey)
Yeah let me talk my shit
Niggas don't want no smoke like a chimney in the summer time
I'm Ike Hill from the Westside (Westside)
Glock 40 on my left side (Left side)
And I got that extendo on me hollow points I let it ride
Pull up like James Harden no Microsoft I'm goin' harder
My niggas stuntin' no bmx we all rollin' it's Goodyear
Y'all niggas foul shoot by myself get T'd up I'm still here (I'm still here)
Technically I been the realest
My big faces been the bluest (Franks)
Off white I been the purest
I hopped out that Lambo Urus (Oou)
My right side always a dime she 5'9 she big fine (Uh)
30 deep it's hammer time (Can't touch this)
Gold frames you know the vibes
My old hoes always trynna call me (Call me)
Now they all want me cause I'm ballin' (Ballin')
I'm sorry baby but you tried to dog me (Dog me)
Shittin' on my haters is my calling (Calling)
Dope boy from the 80's (Uh)
Big body Mercedes (Benz)
My hoes got 380's (Pow)
Never let a bitch play me, Aye
All I ever wanted was a million (Racks)
Now my money stacked up to the ceilin' (Uh huh)
Pulled up in that coupe roof missin' (Foreign)
Givin' hoes the blues they in they feelings (Hey)
All I ever wanted was a million (Racks)
Now my money stacked up to the ceilin' (Uh huh)
Pulled up in that coupe roof missin' (Foreign)
Givin' hoes the blues they in they feelings
All I ever wanted was a million (Racks on racks)
Now I got that coupe roof missin' (Skrrt)
Rolly on my wrist no tickin' (Uh uh)
Money over bitches is the mission (Yeah)
Asian bitch wit me I'm chillin' (Foreign)
Cartier frames clear vision (Uh)
See the diamonds hittin' they flenchin' (Uh uh)
Givin' hoes the blues they in they feelings (Hey)
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Hill
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