[Hook x2]
No time for struggle cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away
[Bridge]
It's a proven fact money make the world go round
And a couple sweet words'll make your girl go down
On the whole team cause you weren't taking care of business
See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic, uh
[Hook x2]
[Verse 1]
When I step up in the party, yes I'm letting my nuts hang
Tryna f*** a groupie b**** right on the hood of the Mustang
From a place where they bust things, hailing from Flushing
Peace to blood stains, Beamer custame
On a California king where the thug lay (that's word to me man)
The joint longer than Mutombo finger, my feature zetch
Shorty sniffin' lines like a sketch
Tell her that I need my slippers fetched
I need a wifey tongue longer than Kakey
Shoot the gun right when I whistle, plus she never will snake me
Do a split on my d***
If I'm sick she'll even clean me if I s*** in my pants
So I'm taking her to France with me
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Doing math like an Asian student
I've been a truant, three language fluent
Blueish on the Buick
Reddish on the Q of the cheeks on my b***y
Her body smoking like a dooby
The joint rolled like a croissant, mad b***er
Gold or brown
If I end up in the can then who gon' hold me down?
Probably no one
They like it when you hot, when you not
They tell you eat a c*** off the springboard I dive into the drop
Gold watch, like I just retired
No socks in the loafer cause it's tacky
At least I'm not up in Pataki's
You catch me higher than a Shaq knee
See me swerving side to side like Mutombo finger
The bundle bringer, guns are subtle
Hear them clapping like the end of the huddle
I might be big as a bear, but nothing to cuddle
Hop in the shuttle, land in Russia, yo
[Hook x2]
[Bridge]
[Hook x2]
No time for struggle cause we shining today, today
Look out the window see me flying away, away
[Bridge]
It's a proven fact money make the world go round
And a couple sweet words'll make your girl go down
On the whole team cause you weren't taking care of business
See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic, uh
[Hook x2]
[Verse 1]
When I step up in the party, yes I'm letting my nuts hang
Tryna f*** a groupie b**** right on the hood of the Mustang
From a place where they bust things, hailing from Flushing
Peace to blood stains, Beamer custame
On a California king where the thug lay (that's word to me man)
The joint longer than Mutombo finger, my feature zetch
Shorty sniffin' lines like a sketch
Tell her that I need my slippers fetched
I need a wifey tongue longer than Kakey
Shoot the gun right when I whistle, plus she never will snake me
Do a split on my d***
If I'm sick she'll even clean me if I s*** in my pants
So I'm taking her to France with me
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Doing math like an Asian student
I've been a truant, three language fluent
Blueish on the Buick
Reddish on the Q of the cheeks on my b***y
Her body smoking like a dooby
The joint rolled like a croissant, mad b***er
Gold or brown
If I end up in the can then who gon' hold me down?
Probably no one
They like it when you hot, when you not
They tell you eat a c*** off the springboard I dive into the drop
Gold watch, like I just retired
No socks in the loafer cause it's tacky
At least I'm not up in Pataki's
You catch me higher than a Shaq knee
See me swerving side to side like Mutombo finger
The bundle bringer, guns are subtle
Hear them clapping like the end of the huddle
I might be big as a bear, but nothing to cuddle
Hop in the shuttle, land in Russia, yo
[Hook x2]
[Bridge]
[Hook x2]