bulletproof sedan

Singer:curren$y

yeah

waiting on orange juice

we having lemonade mimosas right now

i told that bitch cash app the homie a stack

follow these directions like a map and always have my back

stash my weed and all the shooters gats

chanel is nothin

we'll have you swimming in that

no cell phones when you in my zone

you know how quick a picture would destroy a happy home

probably smoke this whole zip alone

playing oldies out my phone

bluetooth speakers

discard a bitch most would consider a keeper

i'm not one of them dudes

boo

i'm ain't dying to have you

i'm living to have coupes

dress cool and always blow that smoke out when i pass through

all that hating is bad for you like fast food

tearing you up from the inside

your feelings you can't hide

blaming other people for your shitty position in life

you better level up and get your fucking money right

it wasn't easy but i done it

entered the race and started running

fucked around and i won it

bulletproof sedan

two hundred

eighty grand

scoop us when we land

maneuver for the bands

got the cash in my hand

more money in the plans

otherwise you ain't sayin nothing understand

tryna be a better pops than my pop

trap phone ringing

i answered

how much you got?

niggas in the hood light it up like fourth of july

round table meetings just minus the suit and tie

it's me against the world

man they tell me that's suicide

i used to text old girl

but old girl would never reply

on the road for the dollar menu

no supersize

runnin from them boys up in blue

they a shoot you down

when it's crunch time for they food

they don't fool around

the block on fire

it's sizzling

cool it down

they tell me hell hot

but all my niggas in the graveyard or in the cell block

all my niggas earning mad stripes like some shell tops

used to jump shots

but now they pill pop

all she ever seen was mad bills in the mailbox

saw yellow tape on the door

say she got to go

or some yellow tape on the body

tag on they toe

how we make it out of the ghetto

hustle and flow

how we bought our mamas those cribs

audio dope

nails dirty from trapping

i need some soap

from lack of dough to having cash to blow

bulletproof sedan

two hundred

eighty grand

scoop us when we land

maneuver for the bands

got the cash in my hand

more money in the plans

otherwise you ain't sayin nothing understand

you ain't talkin bout a profit then ain't no need to holler

i be smokin on them flowers while i'm counting up my dollars

i be coolie in the cut

still want the money and the power

addicted to the grind 365

twenty-four hours

i'm addicted to the bags

i got it bad

at the lot bout to cop something for the days i didn't have

but it's all good now

but i can't forget when shit was bad

had to get up off my ass and put some racks up in the stash

in the cut getting this bag right

counted up twenty just last night

from sun up to sundown

i'm living that grind life

i come from the jungle

ain't no questioning my stripes

here for the change

fuck the fame and the limelight

nigga

bulletproof sedan

two hundred

eighty grand

scoop us when we land

maneuver for the bands

got the cash in my hand

more money in the plans

otherwise you ain't sayin nothing understand