Lyrics

Does anybody have regular size papers out there? King size? I'll use those Got the windows down, radio's on on on You got it all, well at least you think you do When it's time to ball, niggas better think of you You see the life you wanna live on TV and wanna be a part of it Spend every night just popping bottles, pouring drinks in VIP, and you love it The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, don't worry, that's just how the game go The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, but I'm just singin' the same note, playin' the same song Got the windows down, radio's on on on You got it all, well at least they think you do (woo, yeah) When they say workin' hard, man, they better think of you Cause all these plaques, nigga, that's because of it Wouldn't have shit if it wasn't for it Smokin' on medicinal, spraying onium to try cover it In the game playin' hard, but I'm just in the game, I ain't in love with it Y'all niggas tryin' to get famous, a nigga like me tryin' to get fuckin' rich Fuckin' rich, fuckin' rich, broke ass niggas can't fuck with this Fuck a deal, when it goes down, got a hundred mill on my bucket list Y'all niggas gon' keep on hatin' but we ain't gonna stop then You'll catch me in somethin' foreign and the top gon' be droppin' Got the windows down, radio's on on on
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Jeremy Kulousek, Zachary Vaughan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Get up to 2 months free of Apple Music
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out