First Time
First time in the mozzy I'm dropping hundreds on the carpet
She gone fuck off attire I'm rocking gallery department
I don't even wear gucci was in the store so I bought it
You ain't taking it off us so why u staring at our watches
Trying to see how I do it I do this shit without no effort
Got a new 550 just cuz the back of it look wetter
First time in the outlet I spent a thousand on a sweater
Never shot at nobody so why they label him a stepper
I just hopped out a mozzy and then I stepped into a rover
Trying to race on the freeway but this a supercharged motor
Go outside in some maisons I wear designer like it's nothing
Nick cancelled my video I was fly as fuck for nothing
On the rooftop staring like I just do it for the city
Tried to give em my all but I don't think they really with me
Yeah I ride in a Beamer but you might see me in a Bentley
I might pull out the lamb don't try to race me in no hemi
This a 550I know you could tell by how it drive
Probably got thirty tickets I wasn't stopping at no lights
I was searching for happiness trying to make it through them nights
Dropped a bag on my jeans and she said you the spending type
Use to smile through the worst so I want diamonds in my grill
Put his watch in the air but I don't think that shit was real
I don't pop it on the net I'm only poppin new seals
Still doing 120 when I was going down that hill
Had a Bentley outside I told em I can't wait to swerve it
Twenty Fours on the Porsche I got to watch the way I turn it
Double R with the forgies I'm trying to sit behind the curtains
If your boy trying to rob us then tell that nigga it ain't worth it
Couple bitches that lost me but they ain't know that I was chosen
When I pulled out the rarri the doors look like they was broken
I ain't new to this shit see all them foreigns I done drove it
If you ain't using that gun then why you pull it out and show it
Now I'm swerving in some new shit
Table full of young niggas at Ruth's Christ
Just got a pendant this shit one of one
From the bottom while you hatin get it out the mud
Might hit the mall with this down bitch
Might hit saks with two doors and a loud engine
Fast foreigns but thats the way I live
I see you hating but all that hating ain't gone get you rich
Hop out the black truck to a striker this my lifestyle
Her baby boy got popped cuz he got wild
How these niggas run the city they took our sound
He had P's but we took them now they our pounds
Trying to rob the Double M gone hear them gun sounds
Niggas running to the gram it aint fun now
No I'm not fighting I can't never put this gun down
Aint no shooting out the coupe we hop up out this porsche and run down
We caught that little sneak diss you get no love now
Ran out of ones in the club Im throwing dubs now
High ass fuck off a foe I might bug out
Promoters tripping at the show I got my gun out
Now I'm swerving in some new shit
Table full of young niggas at Ruth's Christ
Just got a pendant this shit one of one
From the bottom while you hatin get it out the mud
Might hit the mall with this down bitch
Might hit saks with two doors and a loud engine
Fast foreigns but thats the way I live
I see you hating but all that hating ain't gone get you rich
She gone fuck off attire I'm rocking gallery department
I don't even wear gucci was in the store so I bought it
You ain't taking it off us so why u staring at our watches
Trying to see how I do it I do this shit without no effort
Got a new 550 just cuz the back of it look wetter
First time in the outlet I spent a thousand on a sweater
Never shot at nobody so why they label him a stepper
I just hopped out a mozzy and then I stepped into a rover
Trying to race on the freeway but this a supercharged motor
Go outside in some maisons I wear designer like it's nothing
Nick cancelled my video I was fly as fuck for nothing
On the rooftop staring like I just do it for the city
Tried to give em my all but I don't think they really with me
Yeah I ride in a Beamer but you might see me in a Bentley
I might pull out the lamb don't try to race me in no hemi
This a 550I know you could tell by how it drive
Probably got thirty tickets I wasn't stopping at no lights
I was searching for happiness trying to make it through them nights
Dropped a bag on my jeans and she said you the spending type
Use to smile through the worst so I want diamonds in my grill
Put his watch in the air but I don't think that shit was real
I don't pop it on the net I'm only poppin new seals
Still doing 120 when I was going down that hill
Had a Bentley outside I told em I can't wait to swerve it
Twenty Fours on the Porsche I got to watch the way I turn it
Double R with the forgies I'm trying to sit behind the curtains
If your boy trying to rob us then tell that nigga it ain't worth it
Couple bitches that lost me but they ain't know that I was chosen
When I pulled out the rarri the doors look like they was broken
I ain't new to this shit see all them foreigns I done drove it
If you ain't using that gun then why you pull it out and show it
Now I'm swerving in some new shit
Table full of young niggas at Ruth's Christ
Just got a pendant this shit one of one
From the bottom while you hatin get it out the mud
Might hit the mall with this down bitch
Might hit saks with two doors and a loud engine
Fast foreigns but thats the way I live
I see you hating but all that hating ain't gone get you rich
Hop out the black truck to a striker this my lifestyle
Her baby boy got popped cuz he got wild
How these niggas run the city they took our sound
He had P's but we took them now they our pounds
Trying to rob the Double M gone hear them gun sounds
Niggas running to the gram it aint fun now
No I'm not fighting I can't never put this gun down
Aint no shooting out the coupe we hop up out this porsche and run down
We caught that little sneak diss you get no love now
Ran out of ones in the club Im throwing dubs now
High ass fuck off a foe I might bug out
Promoters tripping at the show I got my gun out
Now I'm swerving in some new shit
Table full of young niggas at Ruth's Christ
Just got a pendant this shit one of one
From the bottom while you hatin get it out the mud
Might hit the mall with this down bitch
Might hit saks with two doors and a loud engine
Fast foreigns but thats the way I live
I see you hating but all that hating ain't gone get you rich
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Writer(s): Henry Brice
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