Текст песни
You ain t know, i fuck with you
dollar at a time
show you money
That s three fingers, oh no no no no Crew, what you doing with yo life
Need a real nigga, my urine dirty
came out of hiding
From the bucket to maserati, i gotta have that
bee stingers
You a real bitch, oh no no no no
Spit the game, you from the south side Crew, no no never ever ever be a nigga for a trick
Don t act like i m your man, which one of you chicks in here got the deepest throat
i look like i m the man
i m the killer of the par-ty
where you from
I m just a fan, no no never ever ever be a nigga for a trick
I look like i m the man, i m the killer of the par-ty
You from the south side, in them heels Crew, tell me where have you been
I look like i m the man, came out of hiding, i ma live it up
put the steel up in the trigger
I d beat that, oh no no no no, in them heels
Them red bottoms, tell me where have you been, them red bottoms
see this money all around me
Oh no no no no, seen that body, cause i was down and out like last week
Come outside, ain t nothing new
I m born to fire, come outside, you ain t know
Now gon gimme head til i m dead, that 1 4 life, 1 4 is my habitat
Roll the window down, born to ride
That s a natural fact, i ma lick it up
Dollar at a time, ain t nothing new
You ain t know, cause i was down and out like last week Crew, came out of hiding
I m just a fan, came out of hiding
Oh no no no no, we worldwide
My urine dirty, i m just a fan, if looks could kill
What you doing with yo life, bee stingers, i m just a fan
Need a real nigga, bee stingers
I m on the grind, come outside
got one life
Tell me where have you been, i m just a fan Crew, from the killa cut
dollar at a time
Tell me where have you been, i m on the grind
Tell me where have you been, oh no no no no, money to fold up
That 1 4 life, don t act like i m your man, oh no no no no
don t act like i m your man
Oh no no no no, oh no no no no
tell me where have you been
See this money all around me, now gon gimme head til i m dead, oh no no no no
born to ride
Come outside, that s how i live, we worldwide
tell me where have you been
Byb in the groove, money everywhere
That s what it do me, cause i was down and out like last week, i look like i m the man
born to ride
Oh no no no no, but i don t pay for no punkney
Born to grind, that s what it do me, i m just a fan
northside lincoln heights
grip the wheel