St. Lunatics and we now, we never give up Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up cause now We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, God satan, no debatin, so I'm celebratin This new life, off the buyin stock Divin off the in Bangkok, I used to slang rock And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a card Bitches goin when the rims hit the boulevard Hustle hard, the whole glowin From the T.V.s, diamonds from hard to see to 3-d Double VD, bubble Lex the CD Puffin seaweed, I'm free, hit the and ski DC to France, finance is too Wit' plans to cause a trance, money yellin "romance!" I never comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin With Cuda spinnin them on hun'neds spinnin and blunted
I'm like okay, niggas brought they out broads out, all the stars out We ain't been here two minutes, mami yellin "What a nigga do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
I'm like okay, niggas they cars out Thick out, all the stars out We ain't been two minutes, mami already yellin "What a gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
Five deep in a Yuko', we by toes, we still ghetto Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no Nuts are heavy, Peddy tell 'em to let go 'Tics are ready, Kevin Law 'em I said so I let go, out of sixty-four And the bars left'll have you keekin for mo' Women be like "who do think y'all are?" I'm Mr. pull up in big trucks, I'm far from a I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come One out of five why they hatin on us is like a gas tank, I fill 'em on up And my is robbery style, they givin it up I'm like a Jackson concert, a milli' and up And haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up They women treat me like cows, be pullin my stuff And to get that up outta me more, be suckin me off
I'm like okay, niggas brought cars out broads out, all the stars out We ain't been two minutes, mami already yellin "What a nigga gon' do it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
I'm like okay, niggas they cars out Thick out, all the stars out We ain't here two minutes, mami already yellin "What a gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
Now you know Mo, I equipped with a zip And the soles of my Air Force One's on e'ry And on e'ry whip I choose D's to roll (What them niggas 'round the corner start shit for?) When they know, oh, he a stash in the Nav' Pop a half and out your Ave. on my behalf My whole love to laugh and count the money On the couch, hands in our pants like Al I love ganjä, Monday to Monday And e'ry other day a nigga fuckin gun play It's ok, all the dogs out All my broads out, doin bought the bar out And we rollin, Henny holdin and blunt Money foldin, been in more rings Hulk Hogan It's official, Nelly Hummer clean as a You signed to Fo' Reel, you doin your thug thizzle
I'm okay, niggas brought they cars out broads out, all the stars out We ain't been here two minutes, mami already "What a gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
I'm like okay, niggas brought cars out Thick out, all the stars out We been here two minutes, mami already yellin "What a nigga gon' do it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
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