Yeah
Woo
I got pink, but I got way more blue money
Cuban links for my lil' bitch and a new tummy
Couldn't hit this thing, so I had to put the crew on it
These niggas talk a lot of shit, but they know who run it
Spent a couple tickets on a ring
I done fell in love, Codeine
Tryna drink the mud like demons
Do the dashboard in the 'Ghini
On the G6, flyer than a kite
Gettin' drug money, rock a lotta ice
Got the plug on the way sellin' white
Make it flood in the club off dice
Trackhawk doing donuts at the light
Can't never turn a hoe to a wife
Young nigga, sellin' plates, pullin' heists
Shawty riding with the bags on the flight
Had to walk in the club with a rifle
Get you hit up, your name on a kite
Take the pressure and turn it to diamonds
Too much money I can't even hide it
I got pink, but I got way more blue money
Cuban links for my lil' bitch and a new tummy
Couldn't hit this thing, so I had to put the crew on it
These niggas talk a lot of shit, but they know who run it
I don't sleep, too many bodies
I don't sleep, too many bodies
I don't sleep, too many bodies
I don't sleep, too many bodies
The big Patek and it's platinum
Man, I coulda bought a brand-new Rolls
The King Kong in the the hood, trap the trailer backin' up and drop the load
Chicken money got me turnin' up
You can smell the coke on my clothes
Servin junkies', he done burned his veins, ain't gotta shoot it in his toes
Not your regular rapper
I'm pimpin' bitches and I be trappin'
Turn a nigga to ashes
Got hit in the face, gotta close your casket
They walk him down
Catch shit in traffic, that's a habit
Didn't block the car off
And caught you sleepin' out in traffic
F&N with a switch, jump out, let it hit
Gotta protect all our bricks, so we bought more sticks
Foreign engine, new suspension, 650
European, smashin', wide body kit
Models, drankin' out the bottle, I got white bitches
Draco, night vision, big glizzin'
Bodies, keep on droppin', that's just in my city
Federal, rallies watchin', nigga still spinnin'
I got pink, but I got way more blue money
Cuban links for my lil' bitch and a new tummy
Couldn't hit this thing, so I had to put the crew on it
These niggas talk a lot of shit, but they know who run it
I heard the snitch told the cops we bought some new guns
A bitch can't take this lifestyle, I bought me a new one
Totin', Chris figures, 35 shooter
Hold this bitch with one hand, she don't even kick
Drivin' in a Cayenne, they just stole this
Standin' over shit, lettin' that pole hit
Thousand shell cases, I'on leave evidence
I feel like my shooters, they was heaven sent
A blessing to my hood, so they gon' kill again
Allah, please forgive me, I gotta kill a friend
Told them “Plead not guilty,” they ain't gon' tell you shit
I went on my first move in a expedition
Kickin' a nigga door, wavin' ammunition
Tag on your toe, they gon' come and get it
Dog food, I know how to blend in
Dropped outta school, servin' ten-ten
Walk through the club cost you two Benzes
Five new lawyers and they hungry
Turbo horses, you can hear my engine
Fuck with Southside, I'ma put a nigga on CNN
I can't go to sleep 'cause we murkin'
Seven days a week, my members lurkin'
I got pink, but I got way more blue money
Cuban links for my lil' bitch and a new tummy
Couldn't hit this thing, so I had to put the crew on it
These niggas talk a lot of shit, but they know who run it
I don't sleep, too many bodies
I don't sleep, too many bodies
I don't sleep, too many bodies
I don't sleep, too many bodies
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