Lyrics

Stand back and my condo's baking I'm the type of nigga make Benz while I'm sleeping Play the game how I go I ain't cheating I got money I ain't worried about beefing Sipping on red hot pants on my leg How you niggas wanna play drop a bag on your head I don't call a nigga bitch man just to get some head We ain't cool we ain't friends if you mad just say it Standing unconscious in the club with the Mafia 30 punch of lean like I'm club with the doctor Knew I was the shit Benz dripping to the tower I don't fuck around with niggas if they ain't 'bout promise Gucci loafers on when I go to court We gon take you off we ain't going back and forth All my niggas high bitch we got the torch All we really wanna do is ball like this shit it forth Fly flash get her money get her horny Well come here and get nasty Bank rolls slugging screaming please rubber band me Flash for too long baby they can never land me See them counting up see they can't stand me Your pussy is so good I had to buy a nitch a plan B Niggas thinking ATV's when they say on B Rich niggas pay 13 for these damn jeans 91 birth the real nigga You flashing with no spending you are a little nigga They think I got a deal but the pills did it Yeah I took a couple also but I'm still with it Yeah that money coming in so I can't complain You feeling like Prince drinking purple rain Now you gott'em for the block before you flood the chain Can't do it like the boys you ain't in my lane
Writer(s): Phillip Glen Earl Peaks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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