Villain/Enemy

Let's Go
Seeing green, dollar signs, you know I'm chasing that money
These niggas just talking, I live it
I really ran up a ticket
I spit fire like I'm Ace, you know I'm one of the realist
Better get the fuck up out my face, for I fuck on your mistress

Uh, sipping that drank it fucked up my vision
I'm out in Cali, I'm smoking on lemon
I had a dream where I'm counting millions
I had a dream where I was a villain
They treating me like the enemy
Fuck on your hoe now I got the bitch into me
Wake up this morning and got me a 10 piece
These niggas be hot they be talking to police
These niggas be stealing my flow like they owe me
These niggas be pussy, they fake, and they phony
These niggas really be clones
Bitch can't talk cause my dick in her throat
When I fuck on that bitch, she going to call me the goat
I'm rocking white like the pope
I'm having dem racks I don't need me a loan
I'm smoking exotic got me in my mode
We in the Stu and we lit off patron
I'm getting them bags and I'm getting gone
I'm rocking Balenci, yea dat shit cost
I'm rocking Balenci, ain't rocking Lacoste
R.I.P Virgil I'm rocking that off
You know I'm rocking that Off White
She doing that thing that I like
When she sucking me up I don't feel no bite
I just be in the cut I don't fall in the hype
You ain't getting no money then go take a hike
Aye, shit went left so I'm making it right

Let's Go
Seeing green, dollar signs, you know
These niggas just talking, I live it
I really ran up a
I spit fire like I'm Ace, you know I'm one of the realist
Better get the fuck up out my face, before I



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Writer(s): Sy Santana
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