Through Ya City (feat. Black Reign QSL & T-Rifik)

Yeah yeah Yeah uh Let's go P-Town's finest Bow to your highness I'm a hidden treasure from the rough came a diamond Queen on the board like a fine wine, timeless Can't stop The Reign Through the storm still shining Ball till we fall See me move through the paint Do my Diddy dance all the way to the bank Wish a nigga would try to tell me I can't Salute the vet Don't make me pull my rank G-g-g-get 'em, girl Yeah add pressure Paralyzing with paragraphs Break bills Stack, pack 'em like arts and crafts Sit back and witness how I set the path Gotta no pity for shitty hating barrels of crabs My committee sit pretty, live, love and laugh Got the gift and the curse Michael Jackson bad Black Reign the weather Forever get the bag I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it Cause I can't take none of it with me I'm a bad boy Feeling like Diddy Call me Rawlings I be balling through ya city I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it Cause I can't take none of it with me I'm a bad boy Feeling like Diddy Call me Rawlings I be balling through ya city Black Reign back again Qweze just picked me up off the plane Jet to the studio and made the flames Flows still bang but they ain't the same David Blaine, magic, mane Mystery to some but the proof is plain Poof like a wraith in the speeding lane Frank Abingale Catch me if you can Close to fifty with grand babies Good credit and a bad lady Used to be broke and crazy shady Then I switched coasts and made a 180 Sacrifice but I had to do it Just to break free of the stagnant movement Something in my soul brought me back to music Now I'm throwing up dough like I'm allergic to it Quit the drinking, cleared my thinking Eyes so wide like I'm barely blinking Money set us free like President Lincoln Fam got the champagne glasses clinking What was you thinking? That we won't linking If Sho the navigator Then the ship ain't sinking Quite the contrary All my stars are twinkling So I can feed the fam off the deals we inking - ha Stormy weather Better grab your umbrella We run dees MCs Probably be together forever If three is company Look at me as Jack Tripper In the stores making it rain Like the sales ladies are strippers, cmon I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it Cause I can't take none of it with me I'm a bad boy Feeling like Diddy Call me Rawlings I be balling through ya city I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it Cause I can't take none of it with me I'm a bad boy Feeling like Diddy Call me Rawlings I be balling through ya city I pulled up in that Benz Like lil mama get in She said got damn, Big Qweezy, baby Black Reign brought you some ends I said bitch mind your biz Tell your two friends to get in The way that lil mama licking her lips I'ma fuck you and your friends (that's right) Yeah Sugar daddy like I'm Santa Claus, yup Ditty bopping to your daughter house, yeah Birkin bag for the mother-in-law I brought the grandpa a lawn mower Ballin' outta control bitch, yup Billfold won't fold bitch, nah Money phone that little shit, yeah QSL all on that sailed ship Montego Bay with bout four bitches Got my Reigns on and my chains on Bitch I think that I'm Rick James Spending money till my fucking mind gone Ball till I fall Watch me slide through the paint Do my Diddy dance all the way to the bank Love when these niggas try to tell me I can't Look bitch don't make me pull my rank I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it Cause I can't take none of it with me I'm a bad boy Feeling like Diddy Call me Rawlings I be balling through ya city I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it Cause I can't take none of it with me I'm a bad boy Feeling like Diddy Call me Rawlings I be balling through ya city