Ooh, you're in the mix with DJ Flanders.
When we drink, we do it right. Get a sliver, sip the scissor, do my ride, do my ride.
Like three, six. Now I'm feeling so flag like it's another six.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Woman.
Hopping.
Ride that.
Pump up the volume.
Pump up the volume.
You pump up the volume.
It's like that. So get it up. It's like that, yeah, it's like that.
So hit it up! It's like that, yeah!
It's like that. So hit it up!
Hit it up! Hit it, get it, get it up!
Hit it up! Hit it, get it, get it up!
Hit it up! Hit it, get it, get it up!
Hit it up! Hit it up! Hit it up!
Feel it like I'm running, I feel it like I gotta get a away
Get away, get away. Get an old, an old, an old and a dope
And I won't ever stop, because you know I gotta win every day they
She's the baby, give me when I pop it
Just know that you will never find me
And I'm never gonna be a little cocky
You ain't never gonna stop me
Every time I come in, you gotta step it
And I gotta go in and I gotta get it
And I'll forget it while you hear, boy
Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year, boy
Yeah, and I'll be right here in my spot
With a little more cash than I already got
Shipping off you, cause you had your shot
With my skin tan and my hand long
My fans who've been so patient
Me and 40 back to work, oh, we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rollers, hate the bullshit
Hate these fucking allegations
I'm just feeling like a grown-up, but I'm takin'
All I care about is money in the city, that don't problem
I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke until it's done
And I don't want to give a fuck in my excuses that I'm not
And I'm only good enough
If somebody shoulda told ya, I'm on
If somebody shoulda told ya, I'm on
Yeah, fuck it all
I said I'm on
Yeah, fuck it all
I said I'm on
I said I'm on
And if I get on my own
He said I'm on
And if I get on my own
Too white clothes that I got to drain
Puppy purple or puppy pink
Man, they know how you mix that shit
Money to be got, never get that shit, cause I'm on
I said fuck it all
I'm burning purple flowers
It's burnin' my chest
Burying the mud's cash
I'm burnin' the rest
Walkin' on the clouds, suspended in the net
The ones beneath me recognize the red bottoms I wear
Still runnin' with the same niggas to the definite
Ever seen a million cash, gotta gotta carefully
Ever made love to the woman that you dream of
Won't pull the money out of London as she screams
All I care about is money in the city, that don't problem
I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke until it's done
And I don't really give a fuck in my excuses that I'm young
And I'm only getting old
If somebody should've told ya I'm old
