Hoppin' out swangin'
Shit crazy (hmph)
Taking pictures on the jet
Escalade at my arrival
Gotta stay on your toes
Work on your posture
Checkin emails with the bitch
Countin' up profit
V12 in the Vette I just breezed through the traffic
I just ran a couple miles and bust a move before seven
Smile on my face when I count its a fetish
First you gotta take your passion then apply pressure (numbers)
You fucked around and spent your whole advance on a necklace
So many whips I might ship one to Texas
Courtside chillin' with these emeralds in my necklace
You called the bitch back to back acting hella extra
I don't see how niggas do it man that shit so embarrassing
GT speed when I'm slidin through the City
Every man for himself gotta move with intention
Niggas say they gon' rob me
They better get with me
Slidin' with a fo' nicky and a drake with a fifty
Still building bigger brands making plays on the low
Snow bunny out in Humboldt with a line on them bows
All you broke niggas did was put me more on my toes
I'm the type to park the Lamb and double back in the Rolls
(Nice car Larry)
What's hannin'
Spaceships on the Blade and shit
You know what I'm talkin' about?
Yeah
Numbers
Aye, aye, aye
Parked the rental in the garage
Find me a tuck
Prayin' for change
In the kitchen baggin' it up
She hittin' the blade I'm pickin' it up
My heart was cold
My mind was stuck (damn)
Fuck
Another day in it could have been my last
Made alot of money but I blew through it fast
I lost a lot of friends and it hurt me bad
Sometimes I wonder how I still spit on these tracks (damn)
Another day in the City
Aye aye aye aye
Another day in the City
Another day, another day, aye aye
Another day in the City
Another day, another day, aye aye
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