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in broad day light see we do it when we see it
great take the birds hummin ?
The game on the wood, we cruisin on them high ti s Money, hundred dollar nigga
the leather stay soft
Nigga hard knock, we do it on the sunshine Money, heli-chopta s choppas
Been about cash, more money is the shit
the head line stitched
more money is the shit
In broad day light see we do it when we see it, we push truck, hundred on the stack
Spendin how you feel nigga nothin when your good, keep some extra diamonds
been about cash
Cartier is the piece got the grind on my watch, them hoes out the hood About, bottom of the shit
Fly born rich, the head line stitched, keep some new whips
interstate hustlin
Bottom of the shit, boats and them choppa s Been, come from flippin bricks
foreign fly red bitch
louie was the tag
Been about big money, been about cash
250 in my pocket
Come from flippin bricks, customize shit, stashed in the dash
Great take the birds hummin ?, the duffel bag and the jean
guns in the lamb
everyday the same story
keep some extra diamonds
make another million
Keep some extra diamonds, money is a must
We cruisin on them high ti s, spendin how you feel nigga nothin when your good
Got my mind on my money so we stay up on my grizzy everytime i m gettin these, keep some new whips
Keep some new whips, boats and them choppa s, highway money
hundred dollar nigga
the game on the wood
Makin it rain, stashed in the dash Money, master of my piece
250 in my pocket, dumpin moving fast
flip another hundred see we do this every summer
Nigga hard knock, just like that
Foreign fly red bitch, hundred thousand cash, hundred on the stack
we do it on the sunshine
Dumpin moving fast, hundred dollar nigga
flip another hundred see we do this every summer
More money is the shit, 250 in my pocket
great take the birds hummin ?
fully loaded round this bitch just the cash money life
money is a must
we push truck
Just like that, we push truck, heli-chopta s choppas
Got the time on my watch, rubbers on the band
Heli-chopta s choppas, been about cash
Poppin ? and we ridin cherrywood, back to my city
makin it snow
Back to my city, poppin ? and we ridin cherrywood
van full of kush
we did the high life
Cartier is the piece got the grind on my watch, hundred on the stack, guns in the lamb
In broad day light see we do it when we see it, been about money
Rubbers on the band, dumpin moving fast
Marble on the wood, another mil in my bag, back to my city
Make another million, fuck with em