[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ah
All of this, it was text (Yeah)
Always knew this would make a hit, it was going, it was text, and now this
(Its now passing)
[Chorus]
It was stony on my fifty, now its red, now its red
It was stormy as a ship, getting spliffed, smoking gas
I've been wanting to go out in these new Niemands, spending cash
Yeah we running in that G65, Jeepers Creepers swag
No that hating shit be out, 'cause I can't even going back
First I had hit my first ten, my momma had a bag (Momma had a bag)
Now we walk inside the Ella, popping, shopping, with no tags
Yeah, my brother, he almost lost his life, the percs just went too fast
It can hit you when you hit it, could do damage, you're the best
Lingerie, daddy, yeah the piece, yeah the bag
[?]
And I dont even know no more, 'cause I just been impressed
[Verse]
Ooh, clean, swerve like its clean
Mirrors on 'em jeans, bought me for the team
Drink, drank, percs, things
Only care about one thing, its the bag and then my team
Girl, this going way too fast, I might crash, I might freeze
I've been way way too high, in the past, I can't drink or nothing
Felt something wrong, in my past, but we up to something
Up the fuckin' blicky at his head, yeah we cut his muffin
200k for the Rolls-Royce with the Forgis on it
They just know my name, she's just callin' on it
Call my phone all night, I won't text back, yeah I won't call on it
Yeah I'm way too high, I might die, but I'm just falling on it (Ooh)
I can't breathe, I can't breathe (Ooh)
On this private jet, just ran me 20Gs (Ooh)
Love my brothers, [?] (Ooh)
No, no, no, no, no, not no red, but we want cheese (Ooh)
'Bout to told some, but my brother just say easy (Ooh)
I just filled the plane with them birds, shits a breeze (Ooh)
You can stack this money, stack it up, yeah, just like me (Ooh)
First you get that money, live it up, and then you free
Rolls-Royce car, now its bricked, now its bricked
He been smoking on no gasoline, he smoke that cheese
I got a couple houses without no leases
Yeah, fuck 12, and them polices
No, I don't care about how much I got, I still want pieces
Yeah, the employees say we here a lot, yeah, I mean this
All the time talking 'bout how I don't hear a lot, you just fiening
Yeah, boy, I've been run this block, now you screaming
Yeah her noggin way way too good, she a demon
I just want some Niemands with the Prada, 'cause I feel it
You just wanna do just what we do, because you feel it
You know its not true, what you do, 'cause you bill it
[Chorus]
It was stony on my fifty, now its red, now its red (Lets go)
It was stormy as a ship, getting spliffed, smoking gas (Huh)
I've been wanting to go out in these new Niemands, spending cash (Lets go)
Yeah we running in that G65, Jeepers Creepers swag (Huh)
No that hating shit be out, 'cause I can't even going back
First I had hit my first ten, my momma had a bag (Momma had a bag)
Now we walk inside the Ella, popping, shopping, with no tags (Yeah, oh, oh)
Yeah, my brother, he almost lost his life, the percs just went too fast
It can hit you when you hit it, could do damage, you're the best
Lingerie, daddy, yeah the piece, yeah the bag (Oh)
[?] (Yeah, lets go)
And I dont even know no more, 'cause I just been impressed (Lets go)
