MARVELOUS
Chains on, thang wrong, chains on, I get ya brain gone
I go so hard for this, I'm gon' be hard to miss, I drop some stars in it,
I go so hard for this, Every time I pop out fresh as fuck, I'm gon' be hard to miss,
My pinky ring so out this world, I drop some stars in it,
We come from poverty, swervin' luxury cars and shit,
Who, you know hard as this, I'm feelin' marvelous,
I pop out all my chains on, My bitch so fuckin' bad, can't do a thing wrong,
I stayed the same, but still the same, nigga they changed on,
The day you play, you gotta lay, I get your brains gone,
I got waves big as the ocean, I was born havin' motion, I got game like an arcade, I'm just stackin
all my tokens, I ain't lackin', I ain't loafin' what I'm packin' will leave you smokin',
They put snakes all on my denim, drippin' venom, pockets loccin, Stayin' focused,
Stupid nigga, I got blue chips, Don't nothin', crash a solid operation, more than loose lips,
Don't get me wrong but fuck iPhone, I'm workin' two flips,
I don't want nothin' but new money, new bitches new whips,
This ARP got two clips, I slide through, let a few rip, Take your soul on two trips,
I murder bout them blue strips, This nigga crossed my ho, she triple-crossed
I'm playin' two-hip, My cop some double-C put on her feet, she walkin' two-crip, Boy
you know we do trips,
I go so hard for this Every time I pop out fresh as fuck, I'm gon' be hard to miss
My pinky ring so out this world, I drop some stars in it, We come from poverty
swervin' luxury cars and shit, Who you know hard as this, I'm feelin' marvelous
I pop out all my chains on, My bitch so fuckin' bad, can't do a thing wrong
I stayed the same, but still the same, nigga, they changed on, The day you play, you gotta lay
I get your brain on,
Told Bae to, hold me down, she said
Nigga, you know I'm ridin' with you, Catch a charge and go to jail
And do the time for you, I told the bae, no matter what
Can I depend on you, Dropped the top, pulled out a stack
And told her this shit plentiful, Know some niggas in the trap
That's really rich off dog food, Gotta plug an LAX to really get them pounds through
Diamond chain brand new, Solid like some bamboo
Big guns like Rambo, All white Prestos
I came from the mud, It's hard to shake it, so I hustle
Takin' chances in this game, Tryin' to score a triple-double
You broke and came from nothin', Oh, what a feelin'
Money to the ceilin'
Marvelous
All my Chains on, can't do a thing wrong, same nigga they changed on, I get ya brain gone
Play off 23s, black and white, On my feet, coach belt
Match the bag, yeah, baby, double C, TBG
P-A-I-D, fuckin' with that double G, Had a nigga ho goin' live at the double tree
Niggas know I'm pushin' weight, Like a fuckin' Bench Press
Niggas know I been blessed, Them lil' niggas been stressed
Boy, I'm fresh up out the bricks, You know I'm fresh up out the jects
Bitch, I came from ramen noodles, hot dogs and lunch sacks
When I pop out with the gang, I'm gon' be hard to miss
When I pop that Perc, I blow that gas, I feel so marvelous
If you ain't gangin', you ain't blood, You can't be part of this
Designer my shoe, Designer my belt, Designer my bag, but nonetheless
I go so hard for this, Every time I pop out fresh as fuck
I'm gon' be hard to miss, My pinky ring so out this world
I drop some stars in it, We come from poverty
Swervin' luxury cars and shit, Who you know hard as this
I'm feelin' marvelous, I pop out all my chains on
My bitch so fuckin' bad, can't do a thing wrong
I stayed the same, but still the same, Nigga, they changed on
The day you play you gotta lay, I'll get your brain gone
I go so hard for this, I'm gon' be hard to miss, I drop some stars in it,
I go so hard for this, Every time I pop out fresh as fuck, I'm gon' be hard to miss,
My pinky ring so out this world, I drop some stars in it,
We come from poverty, swervin' luxury cars and shit,
Who, you know hard as this, I'm feelin' marvelous,
I pop out all my chains on, My bitch so fuckin' bad, can't do a thing wrong,
I stayed the same, but still the same, nigga they changed on,
The day you play, you gotta lay, I get your brains gone,
I got waves big as the ocean, I was born havin' motion, I got game like an arcade, I'm just stackin
all my tokens, I ain't lackin', I ain't loafin' what I'm packin' will leave you smokin',
They put snakes all on my denim, drippin' venom, pockets loccin, Stayin' focused,
Stupid nigga, I got blue chips, Don't nothin', crash a solid operation, more than loose lips,
Don't get me wrong but fuck iPhone, I'm workin' two flips,
I don't want nothin' but new money, new bitches new whips,
This ARP got two clips, I slide through, let a few rip, Take your soul on two trips,
I murder bout them blue strips, This nigga crossed my ho, she triple-crossed
I'm playin' two-hip, My cop some double-C put on her feet, she walkin' two-crip, Boy
you know we do trips,
I go so hard for this Every time I pop out fresh as fuck, I'm gon' be hard to miss
My pinky ring so out this world, I drop some stars in it, We come from poverty
swervin' luxury cars and shit, Who you know hard as this, I'm feelin' marvelous
I pop out all my chains on, My bitch so fuckin' bad, can't do a thing wrong
I stayed the same, but still the same, nigga, they changed on, The day you play, you gotta lay
I get your brain on,
Told Bae to, hold me down, she said
Nigga, you know I'm ridin' with you, Catch a charge and go to jail
And do the time for you, I told the bae, no matter what
Can I depend on you, Dropped the top, pulled out a stack
And told her this shit plentiful, Know some niggas in the trap
That's really rich off dog food, Gotta plug an LAX to really get them pounds through
Diamond chain brand new, Solid like some bamboo
Big guns like Rambo, All white Prestos
I came from the mud, It's hard to shake it, so I hustle
Takin' chances in this game, Tryin' to score a triple-double
You broke and came from nothin', Oh, what a feelin'
Money to the ceilin'
Marvelous
All my Chains on, can't do a thing wrong, same nigga they changed on, I get ya brain gone
Play off 23s, black and white, On my feet, coach belt
Match the bag, yeah, baby, double C, TBG
P-A-I-D, fuckin' with that double G, Had a nigga ho goin' live at the double tree
Niggas know I'm pushin' weight, Like a fuckin' Bench Press
Niggas know I been blessed, Them lil' niggas been stressed
Boy, I'm fresh up out the bricks, You know I'm fresh up out the jects
Bitch, I came from ramen noodles, hot dogs and lunch sacks
When I pop out with the gang, I'm gon' be hard to miss
When I pop that Perc, I blow that gas, I feel so marvelous
If you ain't gangin', you ain't blood, You can't be part of this
Designer my shoe, Designer my belt, Designer my bag, but nonetheless
I go so hard for this, Every time I pop out fresh as fuck
I'm gon' be hard to miss, My pinky ring so out this world
I drop some stars in it, We come from poverty
Swervin' luxury cars and shit, Who you know hard as this
I'm feelin' marvelous, I pop out all my chains on
My bitch so fuckin' bad, can't do a thing wrong
I stayed the same, but still the same, Nigga, they changed on
The day you play you gotta lay, I'll get your brain gone
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Writer(s): Martines Times
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