Lyrics
I Got like 32 hunnids stuffed all in my pocket
The other one holdin my glock
Talk shit, I pull it out and I cock it
Aim at your head and i pop it
Keep it hush no talkin
Scared the feds be knockin
Keep my hand on my hip when I'm walkin cause I know they stalkin
All my clothes got imported from France
But my shoes is Italian
Said I was kickin the cup
But Im still out drinkin this shit by the gallon
Stand on the corner wit it on me
Call my glock Ray Allen
If I stay this lit and make a few hits
Might end up on Fallon
Or maybe on Ellen
Honestly ain't no tellin
I just Can't go back to my old ways
I can't go back to sellin
My Momma said that I was a star
All of my teachers said I was a felon
Turns out My momma was right
Cause all my records be sellin
Now I hop in the back of the Bach
Feel like Batman, whole car black
I don't care what happens to this one though
Got another same color as crack
Now every time I go and hop on a track
It's like I'm takin a victory lap
Hop In the foreign I drive
She tellin me to come slide
GPS said I arrived
Pull up and powerglide
She come and hop in the ride
Bad little bitch by my side
Lookin like Bonnie and Clyde
When we pull up at the light
I gotta tuck my chain
Diamonds just shine too bright
I don't rock anything plain
But when I hop on a plane
Know it's a private flight
Flyin this girl out to Greece
Both of our jackets are fleece
They cost like 50 a piece
Fuck that give me respect
Know that I'm born to flex
Don't make me pull out the check
Don't make me show off the neck
On the way to the top
And I'm takin off like I'm a jet
I see the bag I'm gonna pursue it
Go get the green yeah you know that I grew it
After I do it I'm thumbin right through it
They always doubted so imma go do it
I Got like 32 hunnids stuffed all in my pocket
The other one holdin my glock
Talk shit, I pull it out and I cock it
Aim at your head and i pop it
Keep it hush no talkin
Scared the feds be knockin
Keep my hand on my hip when I'm walkin cause I know they stalkin