THROUGH YA CITY (feat. T-Rifik) [Instrumental]

Yeah yeah
Yeah uh

Let's go
P-Town's finest
Bow to your highness
I'm a hidden treasure from the rough came a diamond
Queen on the board like a fine wine, timeless
Can't stop The Reign
Through the storm still shining
Ball till we fall
See me move through the paint
Do my Diddy dance all the way to the bank
Wish a nigga would try to tell me I can't
Salute the vet
Don't make me pull my rank
G-g-g-get 'em, girl
Yeah add pressure
Paralyzing with paragraphs
Break bills
Stack, pack 'em like arts and crafts
Sit back and witness how I set the path
Gotta no pity for shitty hating barrels of crabs
My committee sit pretty, live, love and laugh
Got the gift and the curse
Michael Jackson bad
Black Reign the weather
Forever get the bag

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it
Cause I can't take none of it with me
I'm a bad boy
Feeling like Diddy
Call me Rawlings
I be balling through ya city

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it
Cause I can't take none of it with me
I'm a bad boy
Feeling like Diddy
Call me Rawlings
I be balling through ya city

Black Reign back again
Qweze just picked me up off the plane
Jet to the studio and made the flames
Flows still bang but they ain't the same
David Blaine, magic, mane
Mystery to some but the proof is plain
Poof like a wraith in the speeding lane
Frank Abingale
Catch me if you can
Close to fifty with grand babies
Good credit and a bad lady
Used to be broke and crazy shady
Then I switched coasts and made a 180
Sacrifice but I had to do it
Just to break free of the stagnant movement
Something in my soul brought me back to music
Now I'm throwing up dough like I'm allergic to it
Quit the drinking, cleared my thinking
Eyes so wide like I'm barely blinking
Money set us free like President Lincoln
Fam got the champagne glasses clinking
What was you thinking?
That we won't linking
If Sho the navigator
Then the ship ain't sinking
Quite the contrary
All my stars are twinkling
So I can feed the fam off the deals we inking - ha
Stormy weather
Better grab your umbrella
We run dees MCs
Probably be together forever
If three is company
Look at me as Jack Tripper
In the stores making it rain
Like the sales ladies are strippers, cmon

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it
Cause I can't take none of it with me
I'm a bad boy
Feeling like Diddy
Call me Rawlings
I be balling through ya city

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it
Cause I can't take none of it with me
I'm a bad boy
Feeling like Diddy
Call me Rawlings
I be balling through ya city

I pulled up in that Benz
Like lil mama get in
She said got damn, Big Qweezy, baby
Black Reign brought you some ends
I said bitch mind your biz
Tell your two friends to get in
The way that lil mama licking her lips
I'ma fuck you and your friends (that's right)
Yeah
Sugar daddy like I'm Santa Claus, yup
Ditty bopping to your daughter house, yeah
Birkin bag for the mother-in-law
I brought the grandpa a lawn mower
Ballin' outta control bitch, yup
Billfold won't fold bitch, nah
Money phone that little shit, yeah
QSL all on that sailed ship
Montego Bay with bout four bitches
Got my Reigns on and my chains on
Bitch I think that I'm Rick James
Spending money till my fucking mind gone
Ball till I fall
Watch me slide through the paint
Do my Diddy dance all the way to the bank
Love when these niggas try to tell me I can't
Look bitch don't make me pull my rank

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it
Cause I can't take none of it with me
I'm a bad boy
Feeling like Diddy
Call me Rawlings
I be balling through ya city

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it
Cause I can't take none of it with me
I'm a bad boy
Feeling like Diddy
Call me Rawlings
I be balling through ya city



Credits
Writer(s): Donshay Gregory, Shante Artis, Theo Abner, Timothy Napper
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