Made It Out

Throwin' bands in this bitch, we ballin' in this bitch
I got the gang around me bitch we gotta represent
Yea I'm flyer than bird, I'm higher than a pigeon
He got the strap it's goin' down (woah)
God damn
My turn
She wanna take a trip around (Woah)
I give it to her in a spaceship
I can make it, yea
A brick can make him rich
He still facin' ten
You can keep the famous bitch
In the A with twin
Posting all the drip, yea
I could take his bitch
She just wanna sip, yea
I'm higher than a blimp, yea
Say she like fashion, yea
And we been taxing him (yea)
I'm in the Saks Fifth, yea
With the strap in here
Extended mag in here
In the bag, in here
It's in the bag in here (In the bag)
The big body the Bentley, yea (Bentley, yea)
What you wanna tell me yea (woah)
I been watchin' from a distance yea
And I can see how much you changin' yea
But in the end you gotta face it yea...
At least we made it here

(Yea) At least we got them racks now
Throwin' bands in this bitch we make it rain shower
First you get that money, then you get that power
We gotta get that money and make it out of Broward...
You can check the tag now
The trunk up by the dash, wow
Yea 200 the dash
Yea the whip still paper tagged yea, yea
Bought her a bag, yea
Tear up the road in a jag, yea yea
I'm not from here, from outer space, bitch
I'm not a human, I'm an alien, yea
Rockin' alligator skin, I ain't never need a stylist
She accept my flaws yea
I been rockin' flawless diamonds
Step on shit, I don't like to talk
This Saks Fifth I don't like the mall
Hop in the track and I-
I made it out but the pain don't stop
(It'll never stop)
(And I ain't mean to hurt you)
Ain't mean to hurt you
But you did that shit yo damn self
(I ain't mean to hurt you shawty)
I think it's time we give it up
And save our damn selves
(Nah, I ain't givin' up)
Make a move just like a dance show



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Writer(s): Chris Wilson
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