our glass
Singer:shotta spence
bitch i been about my fetti
and you know my gang be steady
if the burden get too heavy
in a minute we'll be filling up them bags with hella cash
meanwhile still sipping henny in a traffic jam
hop out i'mma run to the money like a hundred dash
don't stare too hard at the hour glass
pool full of money i'mma dive in it
chase that high don't hide from it
whip the bm-dub like i'm flying it
lit airlines i'm the pilot
i was fly way before i had racks
air ones with the straps to the back
all of the homies they gon' drink from the glass
chicken and waffles at roscoe's
angel hair pasta with lobster
i just wan' nourish my roster
j-just trust in your bowels
fix the wrinkle in your brow
keep the bullets in the barrel
blow the paper on apparel
hit the night in the city
let's get it on i'm ready
every day and every night i hold it down for my woadies
through the day and through the night i bear the weight on my shoulders
40 days and 40 nights i made it rain with my homies
every day and every night i hold it down for my own