nothin' like the rest

x2]

i pull up with your bitch in the rolls

don't even get it twisted cause it's already rolled

(ain't nothin' like the resto

you rollin' with the besto

rollin' up the best smoke

blowin' out the best ho)

doin' a hundred through the desert

yeah my car come from the past

you could call it a time machine

cause it's right here in the present

in the game and i got leverage

ain't the same as none of you niggas

if i was close to you i would be ashamed of you

get a hundred mill's what i came to do

i guess all this money look lame to you

so i spend it on shoppin'

all of this shit that i'm coppin'

don't even go to the store

my outfit it ain't even droppin'

pedal to the floor

smokin' in my new ss

seen a lot of bumps on the road to success

but that ain't stop a nigga from cruisin' up

pullin' weed out the ashtray

cuttin' the music up

smokin'

chillin'

used to be underground but now we on top of the building

never had a limit

small face spender

everything was cashed out

i ain't ever rented

round bag sinner

shawty love a winner

beat that pussy up

now that pussy

pull up in the dealer lookin' like a dealer

yellow nigga

high as shit

five hundred milla

then you gotta step the bill up

winter time

hoodie on

drop chinchilla

lookin' like a killer

used to hit the block

fiends lookin' like thriller

shooter like miller

na i mean

pull up in the porsche

bad bitch talkin' 'bout 500 horses

started from the bottom

nigga was a filler

now you need my name so your show could fill up

keep my cup fill up

black car the

nigga small-talkin'

tell 'em put a mill up