hard Coz I dont floss my titty set I was born out of dirt like im porn in a skirt I was a little girl who made good with all that I blurt I put people
'Cause I don't floss my tea set I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt I was a little girl who made good with all what I blurt I put people
so hard Coz I dont floss my titty set I was born out of dirt like im porn in a skirt I was a little girl who made good with all that I blurt I put people
make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah While I grab
I promised Ricky and Milly that I'ma kill it Running throughout them digits, and Dollars on me I'm on it I'm running I'm so 100 with every nigga I run
s a party It's a party It's a party It's a party It's a party It's a party My partner on a pill, my other partner drunk, rollin a lot I'm trying to get
I drop Erybody get a present Flow hotter than a desert I'm flyer than a phesant I'm higher then a parot Hundred thousand dollar chain Brain brighter than the carat I
swallow but me I'm a devolve anything in my place hustle hard city to city, state to state nothing come to a sleepa so I'm stayin awake I'm a screwed
purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind
to speak I keep on rolling mean mugging as I pull on a sweet I gave a cool package of sellers, because I knocked down yellas Keep a 4 for myself and a
Ro] I done took a lot of losses, now it's time to win No more signing dotted lines, and I stay dollars spend I want convertible Benz, with the blue bubble lens I'm worth a
poor, I don?t even wanna be a rapper anymore My life sucks, I need money, my shoes look old, damn I?m bummy Man, being broke sucks (I?m telling you)
our way He was lookin real good so we brought a Mustang Who's car is this? I'm a little curious So I stepped on the gas Fast and furious Wasn't impressed
get twisted Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on crime See I'm tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to shine And I'm tired of fiends askin for a
I go they starin' Checkin' me out And what I'm wearin' The lights on my ice Just starin' And everywhere you go I'm there I'm exhausted from ballin' Winter
count a nigga money? I'm a hustla and don't need nann one of ya'll ya see I'm so paid [Verse 1:] I see police on the crooked I Doing a 100 on the Interstate
