504
It's irrelevant niggas just be talking I ain't trying to talk
Big Balenciagas they some runners but it's hard to walk
Staying down, that's gone get her ass and some titties bought
Laying round, ain't gone make a penny I don't know what you thought
Gotta get up off your ass and go get it
You dreaming 'bout that check, another nigga finna spend it
Say stop dreaming and just do it, all them other niggas did it
You can't step up in my white lows nigga you can't fit em
I been locked in screaming fuck the haters I don't care
Put a gram up in your blunt Im putting KD in the air
Hotboxed the car and made it hot thought I put 4s up in the rear
Hear the gas and cologne now I got all the hoes staring
Clean up real nice, went and scrubbed the hate off
I had to see the ass clearly so I went and took the shades off
Rags to riches no I cannot ever take a day off
Hating on another
That shit wont pay off
I know they tired of hearing that I only talk cash nigga
But if you don't then you ain't really in yo bag nigga
My shorty calling saying baby where you at
With the guys now I'm on my way pull up in something fast nigga
He fell in love with that lil hoe and now he sending threats
Told him I don't know her but me and foe nem know she getting stretched
I cant fuck late night, only get the neck
Cause if you do yo job right, you gone be sleeping in a mess
Living fast, fast cash
In that 504 with a bad bitty ass fat
Can't be fucking with bad energy can't even match that
Know the Ps come for the low, I told foe nem tax that
She a Bad bitch wear the bob like Dora
Take her back to the telly and explore her
Into astrology she say she fucking with my aura
She fucking with my aura
On the road and then i'm gliding, late night riding
Hit da gas it get to sliding and i'm puffing on exotic
If she need it then I got it, when it come to shit I pop it
Wear a poncho in my close, I be dripping I be drowning
Stop that goofy shit you finna make me lose my high
I'm on Stony or Gentilly when I'm trying to catch a vibe
I'm in Nola, I'm in Cali, or I'm either I'm the Chi
In the stu cutting up might get rich off some rhymes
Big Balenciagas they some runners but it's hard to walk
Staying down, that's gone get her ass and some titties bought
Laying round, ain't gone make a penny I don't know what you thought
Gotta get up off your ass and go get it
You dreaming 'bout that check, another nigga finna spend it
Say stop dreaming and just do it, all them other niggas did it
You can't step up in my white lows nigga you can't fit em
I been locked in screaming fuck the haters I don't care
Put a gram up in your blunt Im putting KD in the air
Hotboxed the car and made it hot thought I put 4s up in the rear
Hear the gas and cologne now I got all the hoes staring
Clean up real nice, went and scrubbed the hate off
I had to see the ass clearly so I went and took the shades off
Rags to riches no I cannot ever take a day off
Hating on another
That shit wont pay off
I know they tired of hearing that I only talk cash nigga
But if you don't then you ain't really in yo bag nigga
My shorty calling saying baby where you at
With the guys now I'm on my way pull up in something fast nigga
He fell in love with that lil hoe and now he sending threats
Told him I don't know her but me and foe nem know she getting stretched
I cant fuck late night, only get the neck
Cause if you do yo job right, you gone be sleeping in a mess
Living fast, fast cash
In that 504 with a bad bitty ass fat
Can't be fucking with bad energy can't even match that
Know the Ps come for the low, I told foe nem tax that
She a Bad bitch wear the bob like Dora
Take her back to the telly and explore her
Into astrology she say she fucking with my aura
She fucking with my aura
On the road and then i'm gliding, late night riding
Hit da gas it get to sliding and i'm puffing on exotic
If she need it then I got it, when it come to shit I pop it
Wear a poncho in my close, I be dripping I be drowning
Stop that goofy shit you finna make me lose my high
I'm on Stony or Gentilly when I'm trying to catch a vibe
I'm in Nola, I'm in Cali, or I'm either I'm the Chi
In the stu cutting up might get rich off some rhymes
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Writer(s): Rayshaun Thompson
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