Salvatore Ferragamo

I ain't gotta roam the streets no more
Niggas mad cause they ain't having more
I rock farragamo Salvatore
I'm too flee to post up at no store

I get her wit me betcha ima bring the freak out her
These niggas rats tryna listen for the squeak out em
Niggas tell me im a leader in disguise
I'm finding myself watch a concrete rose rise
Niggas wan with me on them lonely night
They only see delta first class flights
Sometimes I feel like I done lived the past life
Flying in that Audi know I live the fast life
E-way with the pole
They will never ever know
Man this shit ain't for show
You know how this shit go
Man I come from the block used to stand at the store
And we done bossed up we ain't on that no more
Every night booked up bitches come wit white toes
And if you listen close start to notice my flow in these niggas
I'm tryna stack figures
We did what they couldnt the proof in the pudding

I ain't gotta roam the streets no more
Niggas mad cause they ain't having more
I rock farragamo Salvatore
I'm too flee to post up at no store



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Smalls
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