Make Some Room

Holla!

[Hook]

Murder one, I kill the scene (Dhat)

My whip need to learn some manners cause this bitch is mean

And it's hard to choose cause them bitches love the team

Cash rules everything around me, nigga C.R.E.A.M

[Chorus]

Bitch who you looking at funny

You don't see all this money

You don't see all this diamonds

Ain't hard to tell it we run it

And I'm racked up, my racks up

I hit the mall and I rack up

On every single thing I want

Ay get yo cash up

Now make some room, I said make some room

Get out the way cause it's a lot of paper coming through

Make some room, yeah I said make some room

Get out the way cause it's a lot of paper coming through

[Verse 1: Iceberg]

Hey look, I twist up and get high

I get a grip, nut in that big truck

With that 2Pac of loud

My sticks up, niggas shot me

I ma clip up and slide

I ride around and get it

I spent 500 on my jeans

The whole 5 thousand in them nigga

Fuck whoever you with

My eyes bright and just got the grip

On the new chain for my jit

And got dogtags in that new thing

Cause I be in here with your bitch

And you hating while I'm snapping

Since you putting on a show

It's only right I go to clapping nigga

And the more you hate, the more I ball

Nigga I'm shitting on all y'all

And I know you falling off

Cause that money talks and you quiet

And I hate motherfuckers that park their wifes

When my last bitch had five

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Okay, I'm racked up and I rock that

Bitch see me, let me pass that

Fly as hell, that's YSL

My clientele got millionaires

Louie Vuitton, I got plenty of pairs

Flat black in that Pandamere

Getting head in that private leer

My diamonds clear in that Audemar

Bitch who you looking at funny

You don't see all this money

You don't see all this diamonds

It ain't hard to tell it we run it

God damn, give a nigga some room

Don't play cause a nigga know goons

Got sticks pussy nigga no brooms

Fuck once pussy nigga typhoon

I said I'm racked up

Swear to god if a lame nigga act up

Big fire, make a nigga wanna back up

I just hope that you really want backup

My and Iceberg stay stacking like a brinks truck

Live a life we don't really give two fucks

These hoes thirsty, come quench up

Bitch I'm 24 and I'm rich as fuck

[Chorus]

[Hook]