EST Gee - Pink 10s lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray & EST Gee] Coach me Joey Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up Babyface? Yeah Yeah, fifty-five hundred (I feel amazing) Big general [Chorus: Babyface Ray] Ayy, pink 10s, bring a friend, Burberry peacoat, wheat Timbs (Look) Thinking back to '08, street spins I done got grown now, fu*k rims (fu*k 'em) Condo big enough to put a home in (Boy) Girl that pussy good enough to make the song, yeah (Ooh) Perky got us fu*kin' like we on the slow jam (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 'Member I was fu*ked up so I hit the road then [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] ni**a go and get it, you know I don't hold hands What's a grown man? Know I ain't going broke like Joc, b*tch it's going down (Down) Know I'ma need a stick, ma I'm sorry, I can't cut no rock Ghost is outside of the mansion, it's a hauntеd house (What) Tell 'em I need a dimе or I ain't coming out (I ain't coming out) Know how you met the plug 'cause he ain't running out (fu*k) I went inside the club and made a money pile When money on they head, the gunners run 'em down [Interlude: Babyface Ray & EST Gee] Hit 'em up and go head and pull up, I got the money now, yeah Just let the counter run it, love the money sound Hand co*k that sh*t in they face Ray, they actin' funny style, yeah Went through the money counter, let me thumb it now Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] She drunk in love and I don't even drink, wintertime mink Soul snatchin', man that b*tch a thief, she done stole me If it ain't money, it don't move me, that's the whole thang (That's the whole thang) b*tch I'm with the winning circle, we a gold ring (We a) Gold bottles, gold chains, feel like Master P (Uh) No limit to this sh*t so what you saying to me? (What you saying?) I seen my favorite rapper, he a fan of me (Fan) I'm blowing through Miami in an AMG Yeah I rap, but brody play the keys, make lil mama sing ni**as lame, they just got some money, you should fu*k with me I want a better life for the fam, ni**as wanna beef Still on the 'Gram, I done hit every one of these (Everyone) Countin' for everybody, break the lease Run the streets like dope boys, I got coppers chasing me Yeah it's killers and robbers in the function, they with me I touched down, got it sold, in the morning I'ma leave [Verse 3: EST Gee] See it's tragic, said they got a hundred on E (A hundred on E) I was laughing all in traffic, out in Cali, in a sleeve I was fresh out of my teens with a hundred-fifty piece fu*k I look like signing for a hundred-fifty G's? (The fu*k I look like?) Listening to rappers, wasn't much I couldn't believe (Nothing I couldn't believe) I ain't into rap beef, and it's an issue, drop the cheese I'ma hit her til she knock kneed off these RP's We at top speed, who pulling over? Not me (Skrrt, skrrt) We gon' high speed, opps bleed, get you Swiss cheese'd Feel like eight bands, pocket full of pre-bag grams Look like Wheat Thins, black tar, whipped with Mannitol Make the H tan, ni**as broke living in the past, they can't think ahead Opps slid through the block and never slide again (And never slide again) I don't send shots on Instagram, I shoot at ni**a's friends (Shoot at ni**a's friends) Geesky put the city in a twist, he tryna make a dread I'ma put some titties on that b*tch and make an OnlyFans We at yo' mans and you jumped in and made a package deal, rich before my rapper deal Blue bands, this sh*t like a loose ten, I'm a made man And I ain't gotta move another gram, on my mama [Outro: EST Gee] Fifty-five hundred, EST Gee Big boss, pink 10, blue bands, you know wassup Big G ni**a