Lyrics

I don't know what to tell y'all boys, I had to hustle, I had no choice I need a Rolls-Royce Phantom Big body boy, Fanum It's chrome hearts crosses on my denim, Gas so loud caused a conundrum Don't tell me I can't smoke up in the function Bitch I'm too hot I might burn down the function Ask fly guy, we the flyest guys, Roll up a 3.5 and take flight Big 3, 3 Mob vibes All my homies stacking that check All my homies making big moves yeah All my homies fresh to death Aaaaahhhhh I could never fold on homies yeah I could never go Hollywood I could never go Hollywood Mmmhmmm MB badge on the car, Benz How Imma spend this money, bitch, with my friends Shout out to di real one dem Di real, real one, dem Mmm, di souljas God know mi carry heavy weight pon mi shouldas Just got outta deal, bitch, I'm free again Bitch, I'm back dropping music again I don't know what to tell y'all boys, I had to hustle, I had no choice I need a Rolls-Royce Phantom Big body boy, Fanum It's chrome hearts crosses on my denim Gas so loud caused a conundrum Don't tell me I can't smoke up in the function Bitch I'm too hot I might burn down the function
Writer(s): Davion Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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