Uh
Yeah
Aye Roc! I gotta talk my shit you feel me
Cause life been different you know what i'm saying
I be ducked off and shit
Nothing but snow bunnies, bitches with big money
You Fig me?
Pre-approved for some millions
Oh lord what a feeling
When you did it on your own
Custom lights in the ceiling
(...) and hotel rooms full of women
Coking up white feel like dust when you sniff it
And the game watered down, feel like Brita with no filter
They let everybody in, hard to tell who really with it
If you got it out the mud the rest lie they say they did it
Capin bout bitchеs they hang with and said they hit it
But they didn't, man thеm niggas simping
She laughing with her friends behind you
Think you should've listened, to a nigga like P
It's capital for the Pimpin'
That's why i hit the Bel-Air and the bitch pay i'm never tripping
Cause they praise the most high It's P, i'm your religion
30 something with no kids, it's amazing to her
Her friends raving to her
The crib wasn't vacant at first
I had a stable full of Stallions to pay for the first
Furniture from Italy, the same brand it say on her purse
Your girl said i'm a keeper, but believe i ain't saving you girl
Just come and be here for the weekend like
Live in my world
Breakfast at Tiffany's bitch you still in the little leagues
I just hopped a flight to Sicily, eating on squid and things
They say it's the little things, My heart it got big dreams
I'm from where it's wild at, I play for a real team
Westside Players only bitch i play in the big leagues
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