This is how it is, yeah, these nickas fake
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
No, we can't relate
Bishes, bishes, bishes, bishes
This is how it is, this is how we live
This is how it is, yeah, these nickas fake
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
No, we can't relate
Bishes, bishes, bishes, bishes
This is how it is, this is how we live
Yeah, it's no debate, yeah, I'm gettin' cake
Yeah, I fornicate with foreign hoes that I date, like, every day
Yeah, I bought the Wraith, yeah, I rock the Raf
Yeah, I like to race, yeah, I'm out of state
Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm
Yeah, I'm out of shape, yeah, I wake up late
Yeah, she feed me grapes, yeah, I'm sippin' whine
Yeah, I'm eatin' crêpes
Me make no complaints, she make no mistakes
She go to...
I love how she think she graduated with that brain
Money in the bank, make no mistake
Tool on my waste, shades on my face
Yeah, hoes wanna fuck, car, pop the front
Nast does it great
Your bish down to ride, 7:45 on the fuckin' dot
Leavin' wit' me cause I'm a G
Rep for the streets, made in the streets
So I keep a peace
Act if he want, nickas try to front
Act like he tough, end up in a box layin' on the side
Bank accounts, don't spend that bred
My mama told me save that money
14 carrot bracelet
Cash out on new necklaces
High tech with the 'Preme
Dibble dabble with the lean
Lambo read, Coca Cola
Soda as I whipped the yola
Ridin' on a speedboat
My bros Cosa Nostra
Rey Mysterio
She suck a nicka, deep throat
Banana clip with the scope
When I'm jumpin' off the tightrope
Like I'm the mothafuckin' goat
Wearin' all white
Yammy's vision got us rich, catchin' a nicka, drive-by, hey yo
I'm on a Yamborghini high, flyin' threw the sky, hey yo
R.I.P. to my nicka, the gallon goin' to my dome, hey yo
Sippin' the Henny got me gone, now I'm gettin' in my zone, hey yo
Where the chiquitas is at? Yamborghini with the shits, yeah
This how it feel to be rich, fuckin' bishes in the mix, yeah
I ain't with the gay shit, but love my, yeah
Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah
Can't believe a nicka maid a couple milli'
My why I'm always chilly
With the bad bishes in the in the Bentley
'Bout to cop the house weigh up in the hillies
Make a nicka fold like a futon
Wood grain with the roof gone
Tell me what the fuck you want
Gettin' bred like a crouton
With the Rollies, OG
OG, yeah we keep it low key
Nicka I'm an OG, gotta
Damn I got the smoke write
