DJ Mustard - 2015 Flow lyrics

[Produced by DJ Mustard] [Verse] This that Silicon Valley flow I got that sun dance vision, n***a you ain't know Got damn, I got album of the year, still 3 plaques in, imagine how these wack rappers feel I've been k**in' n***as all year Bill, me and them white folk names got somethin' in common Bills, I got 'em, I've been at rich houses, I've been to rich hills The homie got that Tommy, know that's somethin' that he'll feel Look though, been really off the hook though My fam straight, my homies got money on their books though Lately my b**h been trippin' on me I'm like "b**h I'm in the studio, let me cook though!" RJ k**in' sh**, my homies is k**in' sh** But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some drug dealin' sh** I can't blame 'em cause their mamas, they don't give a sh** So I fronted them some work, told 'em n***a get rich Get rich, get rich, get rich Mama I finally get it, hustle hard then get rich Lately, I've been on some solo sh** Cortez, long socks, I've been on my cholo sh** b**h you keep trippin', I'ma let bygones be bygones Walk up in the house with high nines, I'm like "Hi mom!" But I'm right back on my n***a sh** Like what, she f**in' and s**in', she with the sh**, let's flip this b**h Let's flip a pound, send it out of town, then bust it down And no respect for the hoes that wasn't f**in', but f**in' now Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down You can profit $3500 if you bust it down Send me the plan, I'ma figure how to execute My management like "Hold up YG!", I'm like, "I ain't waitin' on you!" It's that 2015 flow k** yourself if you ain't gettin' dough Hold up; keep winning, keep winning, keep winning You gotta speak it to existence, n***a, keep winning They said Dre made a billion I'm like, "sh**, I can do it if he did it!" f**in' on whats his name's baby mama Her p**y loose, her walls broke down, she ain't got no ceilings They was like, "YG you shouldn't go there!" I said, "b**h, I think I'm Silkk the Shocker, I got no limits!" f** these n***as, they ain't livin' what they talkin' 'bout Even with a million dollars I'll still spark it out f** these n***as, f** these n***as, f** these n***as They wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so f** these n***as I'm Ruff Rydin', where my dogs at? Where them n***as that f** them b**hes on their paws at? n***a 2015 On the front porch sellin' 20 sacks for 15, n***a