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歌詞

Foreverolling Riding something fast, hit the gas, it go "Vroom" Sold my last bag, now it's back to the room Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues Addicted to that money, since elementary I sold candy I knew I'll be alright, I learned to cook my dope left-handed If street niggas got an award for getting it going, I need my Grammy Some niggas don't be knowing just from me showing, they need examples If me and you getting into it, ain't back and forth, I'ma get that hammer Then high speed on the boys, I can't afford go sit in the slammer They know my money enormous, I think they goin' 'cause I'm handsome They know I want to record 'em, you look gorgeous, hold that camera It's George riding in that Phantom, the top drop, it's a Dawn There's panties in the window, bae, this is my car, not my Mom's Ride Cullinan in the winter, every day I'm under the stars I'm juiced all through Houston, hittin' shit like Mark Maguire Riding something fast, hit the gas, it go "Vroom" Sold my last bag, now it's back to the room Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues The boss of all bosses, the game test me, I passed all of 'em Being real, I wouldn't even feel you whole life savings if I lost it Cross-country with no talking, this routine, I do this often Make sure it's because you bought 'em, once they touchdown then we caught 'em Bum niggas just be talking, trap shit would been dead without me They lil' boys, they do lil' shit, spend lil' bitch at they houses They background check be bouncing, his daddy ain't even vouching Most sisters of my Granny know I send bags to they houses Knew they nephew was awesome, till I'm there, hidden couches Paid bills and a few houses, I'm twisted, keep they mouth zip I'm Birdman like a falcon, on God, I ain't no saint I'm a big fish in this tank, they want me to pull over but I can't Riding something fast, hit the gas, it go "Vroom" Sold my last bag, now it's back to the room Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues