Cash Race pt.2
I heard y’all were still/doing 10 for 10/ up in here/wtf/ Look that’s Brodie!!!Who just snaked his own homie/ it’s Robb-O Da B8ST9RD/ Nigga!!!/When I pop a perk/Sometimes I feel weird/ I might have to pop the Trump/ So the opt’s can see/what type of Gun are in here/ Get in the ghost then press, push start/ i thought was seeing stars/when I looked up/ I did, I did that’s just how the reef is built inside/I hit the gas in get low enough/that y’all can barely notice me leave/damn my ETA is 9 minutes away It’s gone be a good day/Bottom feeder bitches thought/ they had a chance with me/I even touched the bitch unless she hand over that cash money/I was quiet, just like my uncle Cool,Cool fucc police they couldn’t get me to say a word/ Remind me when I snuggle across the plug/ I made some sales in put tax on it/ Lil bro it felt good that I didn’t have to look bacc from it/ Imagine this Me!!! Ever going broke again/ Is like a Nigga chances of hitting the lottery/ playoffs are high profits for Me/ Because I could go do a show/then get me another Richard Millie they cost 350/Concert in Japan next week they already made their deposit/ I’m coming like 2.pac/ When he said revenge is the next sweetish joy other then getting pussy!!! Look at me!!! I went from being a broke ass Nigga/ To wearing designer clothes with bust down on around my neck/ shoulders hurts sometimes/ from carrying this medallion/ my charm weight about 30 pounds/ you know the diamonds are Vb’s/ I just told the homegirl CC/ That her baby daddy still couldn’t compete in this million dollar Cash race with me!!!!
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I heard y’all were still/doing 10 for 10/ up in here/wtf/ Look that’s Brodie!!!Who just snaked his own homie/ it’s Robb-O Da B8ST9RD/ Nigga!!!/When I pop a perk/Sometimes I feel weird/ I might have to pop the Trump/ So the opt’s can see/what type of Gun are in here/ Get in the ghost then press, push start/ i thought was seeing stars/when I looked up/ I did, I did that’s just how the reef is built inside/I hit the gas in get low enough/that y’all can barely notice me leave/damn my ETA is 9 minutes away It’s gone be a good day/Bottom feeder bitches thought/ they had a chance with me/I even touched the bitch unless she hand over that cash money/I was quiet, just like my uncle Cool,Cool fucc police they couldn’t get me to say a word/ Remind me when I snuggle across the plug/ I made some sales in put tax on it/ Lil bro it felt good that I didn’t have to look bacc from it/ Imagine this Me!!! Ever going broke again/ Is like a Nigga chances of hitting the lottery/ playoffs are high profits for Me/ Because I could go do a show/then get me another Richard Millie they cost 350/Concert in Japan next week they already made their deposit/ I’m coming like 2.pac/ When he said revenge is the next sweetish joy other then getting pussy!!! Look at me!!! I went from being a broke ass Nigga/ To wearing designer clothes with bust down on around my neck/ shoulders hurts sometimes/ from carrying this medallion/ my charm weight about 30 pounds/ you know the diamonds are Vb’s/ I just told the homegirl CC/ That her baby daddy still couldn’t compete in this million dollar Cash race with me!!!!
You UP 📈