bulletproof sedan
Singer:curren$y
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
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
discard a bitch most would consider a keeper
i'm not one of them dudes
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
otherwise you ain't sayin nothing understand
tryna be a better pops than my pop
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
but old girl would never reply
on the road for the dollar menu
runnin from them boys up in blue
when it's crunch time for they food
but all my niggas in the graveyard or in the cell block
all my niggas earning mad stripes like some shell tops
all she ever seen was mad bills in the mailbox
saw yellow tape on the door
or some yellow tape on the body
how we make it out of the ghetto
how we bought our mamas those cribs
nails dirty from trapping
from lack of dough to having cash to blow
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
still want the money and the power
addicted to the grind 365
at the lot bout to cop something for the days i didn't have
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
i'm living that grind life
ain't no questioning my stripes
fuck the fame and the limelight
otherwise you ain't sayin nothing understand