Leather so soft

My leather so soft, my top so soft I probably have it off, these niggas so soft And I go so hard

Bitch I go so hard

She said my leather so soft, my top so soft I probably have it off, these niggas so soft And I go so hard (Bitch I go so hard)

You see the paper gon' come

If not I'm gon' get it

I gotta die with money 'cause I wasn't born with it

I stay in the fast lane, on the hustle

Surrounded by goons, there my muscle

All big and shit, but don’t really tussle.

Rather pull a strap and make it clap

Yeah I go hard bar for bar with a superstar

Catch me in my sports car, you won’t catch me going to far I really just cruise it around the block

Bought it just for small talk. Me I’d rather sit back in my Maybach puffin on a rillo why my driver rolls up the window

He’s not to big on the indoe

Hand me the remote for the nintindo

Mario bro oh gee beat my own score driver lets me know we just pulled up

Door opens she slides in.

She says oh your leather so soft your hands so soft. I probably have them on her , these niggas so soft And I go so hard (Bitch I go so hard)

Yeah when I’m doin me you have to see

When I’m in my zone.

When in the zone, just leave a gangster alone

Let him take one to the dome. clouding up the home if alone let’s get the bitches on the phone.

Bitch I go so hard

Yeah I gotta go get it that money cause I wasn’t born with it

Wasn’t some hood rat,but wasn’t rich fuck and all that.

Now we on some other shit, that get money money shit! Ball till we fall or ball and never fall at all.