V Dub Style
Sitting in the classroom thinking 'bout the life I chose
Niggas wasting all their money, throwing hundreds on the hoes
But me, I do the opposite, that watch you know I'm copping it
The top, you know I'm dropping it
You niggas isn't stopping shit
My nigga Benjamin, busy listening
To my old shit, counting benjamins, in his new whip
Riding 'round with his new Gen, that's his new friend
I'ma fuck on her bestfriend, from the backend
I'm a clean nigga but my money dirty
You know I had to lose touch to go and find my purpose
You know my sprite dirty too, I'm sipping on that syrup
I ain't fucking with no liq, I'm only sipping if it's purple
And the other day I had a revelation, all my niggas was winning
That's some true determination
All my dawgs was counting blues on almost every occasion
Niggas know I'm laid back like I'm always on vacation
Like I said I got the Emory on my shirt
It make the freaky hoes twerk
Baby I ain't going slow, I'ma put in that work
You steady fucking with my bro, and we gon' put you in the dirt
And it's not a flesh wound, I'ma hit you where it hurt
Damn, it feel good to be back
Riding 'round in the city in a black Cadillac
5% tint, you know I'm where the money at
And everything I spend, just know I'll make it back
I just made it back like 3 times just for one verse
Freestyle out of my mind, no rehearse
Getting to my finish line, no sneakers
Getting to your own bag baby you a keeper, if I keep her, ha
Niggas wasting all their money, throwing hundreds on the hoes
But me, I do the opposite, that watch you know I'm copping it
The top, you know I'm dropping it
You niggas isn't stopping shit
My nigga Benjamin, busy listening
To my old shit, counting benjamins, in his new whip
Riding 'round with his new Gen, that's his new friend
I'ma fuck on her bestfriend, from the backend
I'm a clean nigga but my money dirty
You know I had to lose touch to go and find my purpose
You know my sprite dirty too, I'm sipping on that syrup
I ain't fucking with no liq, I'm only sipping if it's purple
And the other day I had a revelation, all my niggas was winning
That's some true determination
All my dawgs was counting blues on almost every occasion
Niggas know I'm laid back like I'm always on vacation
Like I said I got the Emory on my shirt
It make the freaky hoes twerk
Baby I ain't going slow, I'ma put in that work
You steady fucking with my bro, and we gon' put you in the dirt
And it's not a flesh wound, I'ma hit you where it hurt
Damn, it feel good to be back
Riding 'round in the city in a black Cadillac
5% tint, you know I'm where the money at
And everything I spend, just know I'll make it back
I just made it back like 3 times just for one verse
Freestyle out of my mind, no rehearse
Getting to my finish line, no sneakers
Getting to your own bag baby you a keeper, if I keep her, ha
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Writer(s): Von Williams
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