Written by: Calvin Broadus, Christopher Bridges, Faheem Rasheed Najm, Johnny Mollings, Khaled Mohammed Khaled, Leonardo Mollings, William Roberts Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC Time and time again while I'm sipping on this gin Pardon me I'm bossin' up, pressure up, bless ya bruh I've been runnin' this rap game since I was twenty years oldįloss 'em up, toss 'em up, Hardaway, cross 'em up Now she riding with me cause you wasn't ridin' her right,
We come together holding hands and holla thug life (thug life) Tell Khaled back it up, my niggas call me Locoĭown for armed trafficking, don't make me pull that fo-foĭirty money bitch you better get your mug right (mug right) Yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy! Got money on my mind I can never get enoughĬlean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce Make millions every year, the south's champion Got twenty bank accounts, accountants count me in Last time on a Khaled remix, now I'm on the original version My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins My hands go up and down like strippers booty's go That didn't make it and the folks locked downĪnd I'm on this foolish track, so I spit my foolish flow Keep your hands up get 'em in the sky for the homies And if you goin' in put your hands in the airĬause I never been defeated and I won't stop now
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