JT the Bigga Figga - 4.6 lyrics

I'm on a mission for money, dreams n' Bentleys n' Ferrarris Influenced by the biggest ballas now b**hes wanna call us Picture me with all the cheese mansion lookin overseas Pushin limosuines n' stackin hunits n' g'z Dubbz on my sports car six car garage Its like a mirage when you step off my back yard Rollies whinnin diamonds shinnin I'm gettin mine Them models you see on TV f**in em' all the time Zippin on $200 bottles of champainge Till I'm dead in the game won't a damn thang change I'm a boss b**h thats why I floss b**h And we leave from the club you gettin tossed b**h Besta believe I'm a thug keep it crackin n' stackin my mill Taller than (??) (??) n' roll like a back down f** goin' back to jail b**h I'm back to the hotel in my V12 wit mo' k** [Hook] Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 Twenty inch rims with the all chrome kit Ballin like king tut two rollies Mac like goldies somebody better hold me Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 Twenty inch rims with the all chrome kit Ballin like king tut n***a what Two rollies somebody better hold me You see me sliddin up not givin a f** we done been up Throwin up the mob down the block so bring it up I be flossin in my Mercedes wit yo lady Got her tossin zippin on Baileys we do it daily It ain't NOOOO b**h livin up on this earth that can play me It ain't NOOOO snitch livin up on this earth that can hate me I be sideways shakin dick up on the highway Havin it my way I think it was a Friday better yet a Thursday Thinkin about the first day my CLK went to hit the bay It was a true figga young mob figga make mans skrilla Gettin close up on the trigga Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 seee TVs in the back seat Now police wanna catch me Cuz I'm livin large $80,000 cars A young ghetto star no matter who you are Chorus I put dubbz on my Benz got my 64 lifted Swimmin in money because I'm gifted Livin the life of a rap star Bentleys n' double R's Ride luxury cars flossin wit allstars Catch me overseas counting g'z and they hate it Mad cuz a thug n***a done made it Wanna see me down and out bank account on rip You players haters you can s** a fat dick I put the gat to yo lip breath smellin like sh** no breathin To the wizard of oz hard courage is what you needin Beat up n' get up out it before I draw down Wit a 44 caliber desert eagle got sh** locked down Like a dog pound and we all down For that dubb C L mafia loc Ain't no stoppin us loc Not unless you poppin us loc I'm a floss across town like the president Flip a yay and dont touch no evidence Baller Style! Chorus [k**a Tay] I'm a cap pilla you f**in wit some real k**as Ride through my 9 milla on co*k like a dike b**h I'm bellin it tight b**h My profile ain't rightous I'm a thug lord I got whatever you need like a drug store Hard core k**in off all enimies Them dollies crackin speed knum you on my g'z I be ballin like Rasheed Wallace but f** college All a n***a need is my heat and some of this street knowledge Get some dollas straight thuged out Put up in yo chest n' still holla all in my mouth tryin to get popped out But I burn rubber on hood rats we ridin high speed Cuz I like to drop E off Remy and weed I'm through the town like the HIV Regulatin strikin dirty wit a fake ID Instead of hatin I be cha**in this paper hard status Its in my nature still copin kids never potin licks wit no fakies Chorus