Cnote - Young, Independent, & Rich lyrics

(feat. Botany Boyz) Third Coast n***a... [Hook: x2] 'Burbans, Bentleys, drops and hoes Third Coast we living lavish, flashing rocks and fo's See that Roley on my wrist, homie that ain't sh** Cause we young, independent and rich [C-Note:] I'ma pull out this summer, in a platinum stretch Hummer Letting the screens fall like rain, bang like thunder Botany Boys/Screwed Up Click, we Third Coast fa sho Boys be beating down your block, and b**h we beating down your do' Acting bad up in a Jag, plenty starch in my jeans I'm putting diamonds in your face, when I step on the scene Diamond rings like a king, it's a Botany thing In every city that I'm seen, we got them hoes on ding And Cloverland Cloverland, mayn it's on for life My blades cut like a light, my wrist is covered in ice Candy paint from Ike, twenty karats in my grill Way before we get a deal, I got's to stack me a mill Diamonds all in your face, player haters wanna take my place Look C-Note on a paper chase, look at the glock up in your face I'm making n***az catch out, when I pull it out Got it dropping like it's hot, welcome to the South [Hook x2] [D-Red:] Stacking on the cabbage, living lavish on a hill Wrecking grain leaving stains, from a G'd up sk** Now what's the deal on teach that, n***az hate we gon scratch that Benz and 'Burbans we gon flip that, and paper we got that Botany is the block, we rock in all spots Toting glocks sitting sideways, in a candy blue drop On them hops, Clover piece wrecking the scene Gripping the grain chopping up lanes, flipping a Cheve that's clean Hitting the spot where gangstas play, and keep it on the low low Serving caviar yeah, puffing on a sack of endo Independent and rich, still breaking down bricks Botany be the click, Cloverland I represent To the fullest, where G's multiply by the seconds Ain't no banging on records, even some real chin checkers Mic wreckers blade flippers, grain grippers b**hes on my zipper, D-Red the realest n***a [Hook x2] [Will-Lean:] You see the rocks on my hand, the yacht by the sand 19 inch monoblocks, with dots on rubberbands Jumping out the Lex Land, to a stretch Navi van Big Shots sitting on top, representing Cloverland Stacking fans stacking grands, from Houston to Pakistan Southside worldwide, like exotic let dance Leaving em in a trance, hypnotized from my diamonds Bezeltynes you never seen, steady shining and grinding Leaning and blinging, while busters steady fiending and dreaming Plotting and scheming, my b**hes jocking and creaming Leaving em wet, Will-Lean putting it down for my set Drop the top on the Vette, pop the bottle of Moet Double quick Rolex man, these boys be stunting Multi-millionaire hunting, that's keeping the crowd jumping Botany Boys stay bumping, we gon finish this sh** Cause we young CEO's, independent and rich Diamonds shining, man these boys be stunting Multi-millionaire hunting, that's keeping the crowd jumping Botany Boys stay bumping, we gon finish this sh** Cause we young CEO's, independent and rich n***a [Hook x2]