Impossible Dreams Music Group
Montana, Don Velli
She popped a half, got her shit jumpin'
That bitch bad with no panties on
Countin' cash is my favorite song
That coupe black, but the baby chrome
I make the most of it, I bet them hoes love it
Fly by, that plane ready, tell her bring no luggage
Might just go ghost, nigga, white bitch got no stomach
Coke Boys, they ain't ready, Wave Gods, they all love me
Cash in the zone, prolly with four, five bitches tryna show 'em
Prolly four, five years and I'll be gone
Prolly with my dogs high, sittin' on a throne, prolly
I'll prolly show the bitch
I'm here to get this shit
I'm here to live
I do this shit for less
I get up in they head
Then I get up in they bed
Yeah, we Ace Boon coon, true hustlers
Give me all the energies up you can muster
New attitude, new mood, new clusters
Gallon of the booze, if you snooze, you're too rusty
Some other type of nigga, hard to explain it
Powers is the wave, it's so hard to contain it
Bigga brought the streets back, we so hopeful
You see him in the streets, he's a local
That slick nigga there with the charm and debonair
When I wave my arm, I make alarms
More than can stare, story you niggas can't have home
Pull up a chair, these niggas can go, they goin' home
I couldn't care
She popped a half, got her shit jumpin'
That bitch bad with no panties on
Countin' cash is my favorite song
That coupe black, but the baby chrome
I make the most of it, I bet them hoes love it
Fly by, that plane ready, tell her bring no luggage
Might just go ghost, nigga, white bitch got no stomach
Coke Boys, they ain't ready, Wave Gods, they all love me
Cash in the zone, prolly with four, five bitches tryna show 'em
Prolly four, five years and I'll be gone
Prolly with my dogs high, sittin' on a throne, prolly
I'll prolly show the bitch
I'm here to get this shit
I'm here to live
I do this shit for less
I get up in they head
Then I get up in they bed
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