(Verse)
This that grab a gun, shoot a n***a, k** him on sight sh**
Stab him up quick, throw away the knife sh**
That one second after d**h, see the light sh**
But damn, I wish I would’ve did the right sh**
That little voice in the back of your head
Telling you to bet it all, if you lose you’re dead
That feeling in your stomach when you lose your bread
Why you bet it on black, you should’ve bet it on red
And we all been there before
I’m tryna take it to the top but there’s no steps to the door
Heart racing like a horse, I’m runnin the whole course
Lifestyle of a boss, I never took a loss
Bright lights in my face got me seeing double
Money’s like pour in the water, I’m tryna see it bubble
Stay away from trouble, try to keep it humble
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Snakes slither in the gra**, I’m living in a jungle
(Interlude)
Can you hear it
Yea, yea
Let it talkin bout us
(Verse)
Ok look, this that go for the gusto, psycho nuts flow
Married to the game, hurry up and throw the rice flow
That fish scale, grade A, pure white snow
That Bellagio water with the light show
Top floor at the mirage, taking Vegas in
I hate to gamble but I guess you gotta play to win
I’m spendin nights in the city, they say it’s plagued with sin
And think about all the money I’ll never see again
Long trip, short lived, I guess nothing lasts
That’s why I’m chasing every dollar, letting nothing pa**
Watching sand pour down through the hourgla**
The fast life but I ain’t tryna live it fast
Here we go again, I’m back in my piranha sh**
Rock n roll lifestyle, I’m on my Nirvana sh**
Playboy like a young Hugh Hef
Enough ba** in the trunk to make you d**h
(Interlude)
Ok yea
Lane I see you
James I see you
Let’s go
Uh yea
(Verse)
This that Futurama sh**, me and my conglomerates
The good life, we addicted to the finer sh**
Gucci belt, Louis shoes, that designer sh**
Money over b**hes so that’s who the f** we ridin with
Hands down, I’m the flyest n***a doin it
Private flights everywhere, I got my own stewardess
Look dummy, the money’s the only motive
Shorty’s only f**in depending on what you drove in
I want a hundred million cash, not a dollar short
I’m balling fast on these courts, life is like a sport
I’m dumping on the world, pulling down a blackboard
Moving like a train, better stay up off the platform
I’m zoned out off that k**a California sh**
Got too big, you hit a van, life that run up on yo whip
Two guns out, like who want what?
You crew get touched, now you f**ed up
It’s a cold world
(Outro)
Damn
Yea
On that 20-12 sh**
Let’s go
New City I see you
LA
Ha ha
Show off, show off
Yea
Kitt Lane in the building
In Memphis