of gas Ask the feds what I had when they found me We down with whatever, don't interrupt my countin' Ballin' on a daily basis, call my accountant Only time
Ask the feds what I had when they found me We down with whatever, just don?t interrupt my countin? Ballin? on a daily basis, call my accountant Only time
that car, for the very first time. Imagining the places that he'll go. Back seat home base, front seat drag race. Every star that you can count.
so old again. Oh sweet thing, sweet thing My, my, my, my, my sweet thing And I will raise my hand up Into the night time sky And count the stars That
I talk it so I talk it how I live it And if you hear me flowin' You should know it's not a gimick If the topic real shit You should know they count me
up your pride You ain't a hoe, you just really trying to get by Every day looking up at the sky Sometimes, shit get so hard It really have you bothered First
) Real niggaz don't budge When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah) I'm knee deep in the game So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee
's right Real niggaz don't budge When mail man got his time He shot birds at the judge, yeah I'm knee deep in the game So when it's time to re-up I'm
internet Been around the world and still I'm not finished yet I'm a celebrity get me out of here Get me out of here Get me out of here First tweet
of gas Ask the feds what I had when they found me We down with whatever, just don't interrupt my countin' Ballin' on a daily basis, call my accountant Only time
ounces of gas Ask the feds what I had when they found me We down with whatever, don't interrupt my countin' Ballin' on a daily basis, call my accountant Only time
game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh [Rick Ross] I'm not a star,
a bitch, I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK47 is my fucking address I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a
tag Brown got a brand new bag Shining star up to par, bars guitars So far so good, gettin' greater at last Where it counts, later for the last First
since Third time felon nigga, who you tellin'? 'Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes And dust to dust, if you fuck with us It's a must we bust and if you stand wit us Nine times
about my cashional 18 million rational, speak mice? What you want fool dogg tell me what you need 'Bout a couple pints of Hennisse an eighth of weed Seems time gettin' shorter Time
season If you got popped five times You breathing for a reason Let's put the five tenure plan into progression Before we count our paper Count our