feat. Killa Tay



I'm on a mission for money, dreams n' Bentleys n' Ferrarris

Influenced by the biggest ballas now bitches 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 fuckin em' all the time

Zippin on $200 bottles of champainge

Till I'm dead in the game wont a damn thang change

I'm a boss bitch thats why I floss bitch

And we leave from the club you gettin tossed bitch

Besta believe I'm a thug keep it crackin n' stackin my mill

Taller than (??) (??) n' roll like a back down

Fuck goin' back to jail

Bitch I'm back to the hotel in my V12 wit mo' kill



[Chorus]

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 nigga what

Two rollies somebody better hold me



You see me sliddin up not givin a fuck 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 aint NOOOO bitch livin up on this earth that can play me

It aint 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