london pound
Singer:conway the machine
vacation house cost a quarter milli' for the week
from rubber bands on the wrist to vv's on the new philippe
i'm global plus your boy a mogul
a million pounds at the ranch house in acapulco
rare polo and vintage lenses
they killed my lil' homie for his necklace
all this shit i smoke is strong
i'm out in brooklyn moving
just broke the digi' scale
'cause their bag is stale
convos with the real cartel
the work your plug got is hard to sell
the fast life is beautiful
it doesn't last very long
branded baggies in my 'telly
bulletproof chevy and my shooter's hand steady
i mean we runnin' this shit right now
we got somethin' special on the way too
came up movin' sixty-twos
that money doing cartwheels
i don't let time imagine how my dawg feel
scorpion stamp all in them bricks
it feel like i'm liftin' barbells
london pound wrapped in my vibe
one of my guys come and buck you down
shoot up your corner with a hundred rounds
the sound provided by cookin' soul
came in this game from out of nowhere and i took control
i'm goin' to see one of my brooklyn hoes
a hundred thousand last month
that's just from bookin' shows
ups workers done took his load
we came a long way from cookin' o's
now it's a driveway full of foreigns
i'm 'bout to drop this new shit and it got that goat album feel
you niggas talkin' all spicy
well how much did your album sell?
i would've still had the bag if i ain't have no album deal