[Pre-Chorus]
Y'all been dreamin' about this life for no reason (No reason)
I'll give your ass a reason (Give your ass a reason)
(You ain't 'bout that reason)
(You ain't 'bout that reason)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Multi-million dollars, on the spot, on the spot
I can fuck the bitch, I fuck it up, I fuck the twat, yeah
I might hit the seas, and I might fuck up on a yacht
I might be a bastard, I might fuck them off the lot
I might be a bastard, I might kick them out they spot, huh
I might be a bastard, I might move them out they plot
I might be a bastard, I might fuck them, all they thots
I might be a bastard, I might move them out they blocks
Yeah, I got big guns, I ain't missing, missing
I got big guns, big switches, big switches
We got big guns, leave 'em missing
Wе ain't give a fuck about nobody, leave 'еm missing, hahaha
I'm 'boutta tell you some for it
Ridin' 'round, Bentley truck, yeah, we on the game
I'm a geekster at heart, I'm a number one, I'm the number one baller
Geekster high when I'm outside in the 'Rus
Geekster high when I'm tweakin' off the drug
Geekster high, yeah, I love mama, my gang, my family members and—
[Verse]
Yeah, nobody else
Two by two, the Bentley on the Shell
With the blicks inside, with the guns on hip
Yeah, I pull up Texas, big dawgs, yeah
Longhorn, motherfucker, bitch, I get ya killed
In the seaweed, are you stuck, do you need help?
You won't see me 'cause I'm high with the shades on my face like a ghoster
Blicks on the side, in the gun, inside my holster
I can shoot 'em up, I can get 'em gone, dead
I can get 'em gone, lumberjack, we chop 'em, yes
I'm a real top dawg, you can't fuck with me, hey
I'm a millionaire, boy, you can't keep up with me
I don't give a fuck if they're dead at all
Why the fuck you think they want the sauce from the kid?
Why the fuck you think they got they lips on my dick, ugh
Why the fuck you think I got this shit just how I did?
Why the fuck you think I do it how the fuck I want, how the fuck I want?
Bentley truckin', how the fuck I want
Faster, what I want
Bitch, I get the gat on my side, in my gun
Going two hunnid on the highway
[Pre-Chorus]
Y'all been dreamin' about this life for no reason (No reason)
I- I- I- I'll give your ass a reason (Give your ass a reason)
(You ain't bout that reason)
(You ain't bout that reason)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Multi-million dollars, on the spot, on the spot
I can fuck the bitch, I fuck it up, I fuck the twat, yeah
I might hit the seas, and I might fuck up on a yacht
I might be a bastard, I might fuck them off the lot
I might be a bastard, I might kick them out they spot, huh
I might be a bastard, I might move them out they plot
I might be a bastard, I might fuck them, all they thots
I might be a bastard, I might move them out they blocks
Yeah, I got big guns, I ain't missing, missing
I got big guns, big switches, big switches
We got big guns, leave 'em missing
We ain't give a fuck about nobody, leave 'em missing, hahaha
I'm 'boutta tell you some for it
Ridin' 'round, Bentley truck, yeah, we on the game
I'm a geekster at heart, I'm a number one, I'm the number one baller
Geekster high when I'm outside in the 'Rus
Geekster high when I'm tweakin' off the drug
Geekster high, yeah, I love my-my-my-my gang, my family members and—
[Outro]
(Yeah, nobody else)
(Two by two, the Bentley on the Shell)
(With the blicks inside, with the guns on hip)
(Yeah, I pull up Texas, big dawgs, yeah)
(Longhorn, motherfucker, bitch, I get ya killed)
(In the seaweed, are you stuck, do you need help?)
(You won't see me 'cause I'm—)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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