When that money fall you get another night
I keep running from the police they won't stop
I told my mama gotta get another block
If the feds catch me they know that I'm gon pop
They know I get to it
I got another bitch with me
She wanna see the ruin
I'm like can you suck this dick please
Before we get into it
She ain't wanna suck that dick so I beat her then I flew it
Nigga future bitch can't * me
This a spider man kink bruisely
I'll be scarred but can't she bruise me
I'll buy the bar for a nigga shoot me
Beat black Hummer truck it can't coot me
Pull up in a Hummer truck that's duke with
a ski Pull up with that llama talk it shoot like
a bee
Big
racks busting out my pants Big racks they know I don't dance
Kick slack boy this ain't the dance I ain't no
motherfucking flunky bitch I'm coming to your hands
I catch your hat I hit your back and then we coming to your pants
I hit that door I kick the bank and then we coming to your dance
I say the future can't dance on me
They say they dupe the black band homie
If I catch your door then we keep that bitch
in I feel like Tupac I know this my life of sin
I'm living ruthless I know police wanna dick
Catch up to who I do before they run a dick
Big racks busting out my pants Big racks they know I don't dance
Kick slack boy this ain't the dance I
ain't no motherfucking flunky bitch I'm
coming to your hands I catch your hat I hit your back and then we
coming to your pants I hit that door I kick the bank and then we
coming to your dance I say the future can't dance on me
They say they dupe the black band homie
I want revenge can't no nigga tempt me
Bad bitch like Coco I think I need a iced tea
On my birthday like me I put him on a white tea
Put some cake up on his head Licking * like iced tea
30 grand up in my pocket Cartier no brightly
You can look but you can't touch Cause this bitch too pricey
When we shoot we make a film Treat this bitch like Spike Lee
I pull the 6 up in my soul Now I'm dressed like Mike Lee
Bullets hit no 5 team * that ain't no white tee
Told my mama these ain't no Nikes I think I'm on white tee
Speak to bitch like Ailey I might sell to Spike
I might go to Heights I might go to Mikey
Big racks busting out my pants Big racks they know I don't dance
Kick slack boy this ain't the dance I ain't no
motherfucking flunky bitch I'm coming to your hands
I catch your hat I hit your back and then we coming to your pants
I hit that door I kick the bank and then we coming to your dance
I say the future can't dance on me
They say they dupe the black band homie