Outkast
Aye Money how you doing? Mister J, Mister J! wassup Money!
Aye, Beto aint finna play with em
How you posed to be that nigga but not you fighting
You on the net with them guns boy you is not ISIS
Fishscale on the scale we can talk prices
My lil brother got a thirty it is not licensed
I be sipping on some purple we is not Vikings
I ain't sick but i'm coughing i should call Kaiser
I be smoking presidential this is not Biden
Say you finna slide, boy you not sliding
Slid on the opp, we smoking opp pack
Tomahawks every tuesday this ain't outback
Me and Flames killing shit like we Outkast
Hit my line for the za i'll be out fast
Bitch i'll be right back, with another Bin
I be smoking presidential but i'm selling mids
I just copped this little thirty it came with a
I just copped this little thirty it came with a grip
I'm bout to spin the block like the wheel fortune
I be off the Morton Grove eating steak's at Morton's
Book a flight out the country watch a game in Dortmund
Cops busting down my door I need call my lawyer
You lil niggas off the dope you probably smoking foil
Bad bitch she annoying, make my blood boil
Everything get on my nerves I need to roll this purp
This a plain white tee, 400 for the shirt
How you posed to be that nigga but not you fighting
You on the net with them guns boy you is not ISIS
Fishscale on the scale we can talk prices
My lil brother got a thirty it is not licensed
I be sipping on some purple we is not Vikings
I ain't sick but i'm coughing i should call Kaiser
I be smoking presidential this is not Biden
Say you finna slide, boy you not sliding
Slid on the opp, we smoking opp pack
Tomahawks every tuesday this ain't outback
Me and Flames killing shit like we Outkast
Hit my line for the za i'll be out fast
Bitch i'll be right back, with another Bin
I be smoking presidential but i'm selling mids
I just copped this little thirty it came with a
I just copped this little thirty it came with a grip
Aye, smacking off these perkys in my Wock, I can't get a grip
Got to keep this glicky when I'm riding, I can't never slip
How you trynna go and rep the gang without a membership
Lil bro gon pop you off a xanny, aint remember shit
Yeah, but he dont need no pill
Everybody around me official, you ain't did no drills
You ain't been on shit, you ain't even keep no steal
We can go hundred for hundred, gon have more pape still
All this money coming in don't even need no deal
If you want a signature I'm needing like 4 mil
I ain't the type to pop no bottles rather crack me a seal
It's crazy when we was kids, we was missing some meals
Yeah me and Vega going in, just like Big Boi and Andre
I'm fucking on a opp nigga bitch, fuck what the opps say
Tomahawk steaks, lobster macaroni entrees
Me and the gang racing in these spaceships, it's pod race
Big AR's, I feel like Tony at the end of Scarface
If you ain't trynna get no fucking money you just in our way
Yeah big AR, I feel like Tony at the end of Scarface
But we ain't going out the same way, yeah yeah
Yeah me and Vega going in, just like Big Boi and Andre
I'm fuckin on a opp nigga bitch, fuck what the opps say
Tomahawk steaks, lobster macaroni entrees
Me and the gang racing in these spaceships, it's pod race
Aye, Beto aint finna play with em
How you posed to be that nigga but not you fighting
You on the net with them guns boy you is not ISIS
Fishscale on the scale we can talk prices
My lil brother got a thirty it is not licensed
I be sipping on some purple we is not Vikings
I ain't sick but i'm coughing i should call Kaiser
I be smoking presidential this is not Biden
Say you finna slide, boy you not sliding
Slid on the opp, we smoking opp pack
Tomahawks every tuesday this ain't outback
Me and Flames killing shit like we Outkast
Hit my line for the za i'll be out fast
Bitch i'll be right back, with another Bin
I be smoking presidential but i'm selling mids
I just copped this little thirty it came with a
I just copped this little thirty it came with a grip
I'm bout to spin the block like the wheel fortune
I be off the Morton Grove eating steak's at Morton's
Book a flight out the country watch a game in Dortmund
Cops busting down my door I need call my lawyer
You lil niggas off the dope you probably smoking foil
Bad bitch she annoying, make my blood boil
Everything get on my nerves I need to roll this purp
This a plain white tee, 400 for the shirt
How you posed to be that nigga but not you fighting
You on the net with them guns boy you is not ISIS
Fishscale on the scale we can talk prices
My lil brother got a thirty it is not licensed
I be sipping on some purple we is not Vikings
I ain't sick but i'm coughing i should call Kaiser
I be smoking presidential this is not Biden
Say you finna slide, boy you not sliding
Slid on the opp, we smoking opp pack
Tomahawks every tuesday this ain't outback
Me and Flames killing shit like we Outkast
Hit my line for the za i'll be out fast
Bitch i'll be right back, with another Bin
I be smoking presidential but i'm selling mids
I just copped this little thirty it came with a
I just copped this little thirty it came with a grip
Aye, smacking off these perkys in my Wock, I can't get a grip
Got to keep this glicky when I'm riding, I can't never slip
How you trynna go and rep the gang without a membership
Lil bro gon pop you off a xanny, aint remember shit
Yeah, but he dont need no pill
Everybody around me official, you ain't did no drills
You ain't been on shit, you ain't even keep no steal
We can go hundred for hundred, gon have more pape still
All this money coming in don't even need no deal
If you want a signature I'm needing like 4 mil
I ain't the type to pop no bottles rather crack me a seal
It's crazy when we was kids, we was missing some meals
Yeah me and Vega going in, just like Big Boi and Andre
I'm fucking on a opp nigga bitch, fuck what the opps say
Tomahawk steaks, lobster macaroni entrees
Me and the gang racing in these spaceships, it's pod race
Big AR's, I feel like Tony at the end of Scarface
If you ain't trynna get no fucking money you just in our way
Yeah big AR, I feel like Tony at the end of Scarface
But we ain't going out the same way, yeah yeah
Yeah me and Vega going in, just like Big Boi and Andre
I'm fuckin on a opp nigga bitch, fuck what the opps say
Tomahawk steaks, lobster macaroni entrees
Me and the gang racing in these spaceships, it's pod race
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Casillas
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