SMOKE & MIRRORS

Run to the sun Run to the sun Run to the sun Ooh run Go get you some money, only time you'll ever see me runnin' I know these niggas be bluffin' These niggas ain't on nothing I know these niggas be stuntin' Wow aye smoke and mirrors all I see Don't tell me you love me 'cause I think that shit just make believe Or maybe I'm trippin', maybe I'm way too high I be smokin' on tree, I ain't slippin' even around my guys I don't trust a thing I want Bottega B's and Bentleys B's No roof so May could see Man, I'm going coo-coo in the coupe Like won't you get a load of me too In control, nah, you can't get ahold of me Leave ya in the past if you prefer the older me Hop in the coupe with a pound of weed He talkin' down so I made 'em bleed He should know not to play with me Big racks inside of my jeans Smokin' fronto, that shit stink I put some molly inside of my drink I got no time, no, we can not link They tappin' in because I'm in a foreign I'm in a Benz and you in a Jeep I checked the time and it's time to glow up They just mad because they know us You pussies wearin' fake chrome hearts They on some lame shit, they got no taste If you on some fuck shit get out of my face If you around me, you gettin' paid I blew a bag in this bitch I just bought Saks in this bitch He gonna be mad and then bitch He throw a fit I don't even know what I did He a man, but I treat 'em like kid He gonna tell, man, I know he a pig Everyday I count it back in a flinch One phone, I don't pick up for shit Three hoes here for me and my friends One call, I can re-up again Two phones, but just one for these bands Everyday I had to put on a trend Bitch bad as hell, but she don't be standing I shoot the rocket launcher at yo mans She eat the swag, nigga, like it's candy She get to poppin' shit like a xan Bitch like YSL, she a fan I'm so YSL nigga slat I spent a whole check, make it back You out the way, I don't know what he said With this shit, man, that's stuck in my head Fresh to death like a lil nigga dead Outside nigga staying in bed Too high, I can't get off the meds (What, what, what) Damn Thought I was FA 'cause I'm grinding This shit so hot, boy, you had to rewind it Come to the spot, man, he taking his time I'm at the top 'cause a nigga was caught in his prime I made a way up 'cause I knew it was mine This bitch wanna fuck 'cause she gave me her mind I got ten hoes like a bag of some dimes