Big Benz GLS 600
Shorty hit me, said she posted out in London
Miss me, but I see you in a month, yeah
I don’t like the drama, I don’t like the nonsense
Now they throwing all this money, can’t stress that
All of my brothers all around me can attest that
Couple bags that I ain’t even touch yet
You ain’t know me, only know me as a hustler
Get up, get up
Now we turn up in the circus wild
Get up, get up
Pack it up in this German wow
Get up, get up
She want Louis, she want Birkin now
Get up, get up
Room spinning and it’s circling now
And she geeked up in the club, right back
And it’s getting hard to trust, like that
Take you anywhere you want, like that
Spend two weeks up in Milan, and right back
Push a Lambo moving fast, I’m on the freeway now
Light me up, turn it up like I’m sleeping, how?
How am I meant to trust a soul that I’m meeting now?
If you love me now, leave me
If you talking now - come easy
How you fucking round, coming ‘round preaching?
How they fuck around counting my P’s now?
Oh they come in a time on the line right now
Tell me now, baby, come on what’s your sign right now?
I’m the type come round, change your life like
You ain’t know me, only know me as a hustler
Get up, get up
Now we turn up in the circus wild
Get up, get up
Pack it up in this German wow
Get up, get up
She want Louis, she want Birkin now
Get up, get up
Room spinning and it’s circling now
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