[G.T.]
Yeah, brrt
(You recording this, Mark?)
Motion, for real
Know we started this shit, right? (Nigga, Bandman made this beat)
Ayy, nigga
[G.T.]
Shooting stars in that big motherfuckin' Cullinan
Niggas wanna know the cost, they can't even cover it (Lame-ass nigga)
First mission was a ticket, now it's time to double (Double)
Bitch, I got it out the mud, so I sip lean in public (For real)
Hit the club a hundred deep, niggas know how we comin' (Yeah)
Valet park ten foreigns in a row and leave 'em runnin' (Yeah)
Blow this shit, get it back, man, it's only money (It's money)
And I'm workin' every day like I ain't got nothin' (I'm huntin')
[G.T.]
I'ma stack the hundreds (Yeah)
I'ma blow the twenties and the fifties (Yeah, ayy), that shit nothin' (Yeah)
[G.T.]
Walk in the spot, niggas workin', 2Pac
Lean prices gettin' high, we put four thousand in the pot
The yay don't be consistent, so I'm fuckin' with the crop
And you can buy some 'bows with some bitcoin, I fuck with stock
Or you can pay to learn how to cook dope, we scrape pot
You can see I'm gettin' money, I might step in a drop
All them Eastside niggas got the game in a headlock
We came up off sellin' hard stones like we from Bedrock
I got three Rollies, but I still rock my man's watch
I put in legwork, so you won't never see my hands off
I count up all the pros, it's time to stretch the rubber band out
Before I wrote a song, I used to post up in the tan house
[G.T.]
Shooting stars in that big motherfuckin' Cullinan
Niggas wanna know the cost, they can't even cover it (Lame-ass nigga)
First mission was a ticket, now it's time to double (Double)
Bitch, I got it out the mud, so I sip lean in public (For real)
Hit the club a hundred deep, niggas know how we comin' (Yeah)
Valet park ten foreigns in a row and leave 'em runnin' (Yeah)
Blow this shit, get it back, man, it's only money (It's money)
And I'm workin' every day like I ain't got nothin' (I'm huntin')
[Tripstar]
Dope came brown, I bought some different mix
Sell a split, go ten for ten, AMG behind some tint
Auntie always need a fixing, so I'm always in the kitchen
I might just go missing, in the trap, yeah, I got perfect attendance
G.T. let me take him straight to school, go find a plug and get rich
Ever since I found my first connect, I never looked back since
I'm so quick to take a risk, you quick to snitch
I'ma hit, you quick to miss
Turn an ounce to thirty-six, woah
[G.T.]
Shooting stars in that big motherfuckin' Cullinan
Niggas wanna know the cost, they can't even cover it (Lame-ass nigga)
First mission was a ticket, now it's time to double (Double)
Bitch, I got it out the mud, so I sip lean in public (For real)
Hit the club a hundred deep, niggas know how we comin' (Yeah)
Valet park ten foreigns in a row and leave 'em runnin' (Yeah)
Blow this shit, get it back, man, it's only money (It's money)
And I'm workin' every day like I ain't got nothin' (I'm huntin')
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