Lyrics

After the seventh bottle we sever ties Seventeen thousand watching while you do it live You be whilin, so do I I don't know the rules I make em all mine So lovely how the money rain down on you Ain't it funny how the honey keep a tip jar full? You do everything my ex girlfriend don't do But it ain't about you Pull up in all white vans same color all my fans I really rock bands hoes call me Led Zeppelin But I don't really wear tight pants enough of that jazz Bought a three flat in the south of the land Cool as mike gam face in the mags I ain't talking bout covad My lifestyle get sad just pulling your leg Internet hit like curry she telling all her friends And I'm all for it I just keep on scoring Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten check the scoreboard Ex calling and I hit forward I got business more important I'm down south Houston and Georgia I'm tied up and I ain't cooperate Made a fortune off my sorrows Felt like I just hit the lotto Took her shopping in San Pablo Then went right back to Chicago Show popping at the college Slide in dm's sent out follows Designer belt look like a tital Pockets buff but I ain't Shia Pants on fire, hands on fire Rap like I just ate two cayennes I'm that new king of the jungle Rap like I just killed to Lions Got this shit down to a science I can't lose I'm too defiant She fuck me like I'm her client Unzip me girl while I'm driving She gon suck me for promo Ride that dick full throttle that's pro bono I get way too caught up I just bought a pair of new condom for that ass Big ole bag of dollars My whole family solid bring more bottles I ain't got no problems I just bought a brand new condo all with cash She gon suck me for promo Ride that dick full throttle that's pro bono I get way too caught up I just bought a pair of new condom for that ass Big ole bag of dollars My whole family solid bring more bottles I ain't got no problems I just bought a brand new condo all with cash After the seventh bottle we sever ties Seventeen thousand watching while you do it live You be whilin, so do I I don't know the rules, I make em all mine So lovely how the money rain down on you Ain't it funny how the honey keep a tip jar full? You do everything my ex girlfriend don't do But it ain't about you Came up elevator hella hater Almost got popped like Pac in Vegas Don't fret danger just make her wet explain her I don't understand fuck me for all her fans Suck me for my all bands No chance when I'm killing like Cam Doin my dance running man All In my livin' room til was cool til a million two Now my mood not feeling you I know you feel misused Excuse to talk won't do miss I won't miss you You my number two I can't run with you Gotta wife and the girl on the side Wit a grip like mine she cool let this shit slide Dry eyes lets just ride Got a pre roll smoke let's get high To the sunset on the westside No test of mine I just testified Can catch all night then take flight When it's out no stage fright Said love my type stretch windpipe Wasn't for me would've been dyke You owe me a ring no thing Put one around her whole eye Obligation don't hold I goals over hoes Money cash dough see I what I mean See how I be pimpin' like c On B L A D's Onto new lady you going too crazy Chances slimmer than 88 shady Hate me begging don't phase me Bored can't talk it no more Guess you just hitting the door
Writer(s): Aaron Temple, Andre Mosley, Aric Jones, Kevin Farpella Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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