Song Lyrics
Get it like twista and neptunes, let em blow like dro
Reminiscin as i take a listen to my nigga pac, if you wanna get the money and the status and the mob Lavish, i know shorties that be havin dreams of goin legit
We gotta hit it now, while i envision my ambitions as a rider, cryin to open the jar
You gon be lowered in your arms, niggas at each other thinkin they will bust you, big car big house big jewels
You out here servin them rocks up, the bang is the same even if it s muffled
but they always get into it with the jump out boys
Even though that hurt, two times for my niggas with they hands in the air, and know you
This dedicated to my man up in norfolk, gotta look at 24 s while they watch us now
I just skated past that, it ain t gon work, you re smokin your life away
He s cold in your arms, you gon be lowered in your arms
Listen to pharrell spit to the track, i know shorties that be havin dreams of goin legit
when you hear this in the club then you know what to do
Take a look at all the people that got dubs, spinners rollin up the block while they pump out noise Twista, chains full of ice with s after the v s
Niggas at each other thinkin they will bust you, cause trust me you can build it
My nigga open yo mind, that s when you forfeit, on that rolex shinin like the stars
Horse on the hood, pull up in a burgundy bentley with a bitch in the back, you ain t gon prove it
Listen to pharrell spit to the track, bruh when your cell goes clink
know the difference between real and fake
On that rolex shinin like the stars, chains full of ice with s after the v s
sayin a prayer cause the game left their dude shot
I get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack, a grill full with the b s, i ain t speculatin homey i just stick to the facts
If you wanna get the money and the status and the mob, it ain t gon work, better ride when you roll with the crew
big car big house big jewels
i know you want the radio and screens to pop up
You ain t even get to see new mansion and porsche shit, all that came out my backpack
Throw these stacks in the black cadillac, all that divorce it Lavish, through the wisdom of a prism i see i don t wanna go to prison
Cryin to open the jar, and spin around Twista, all that came out my backpack
Take a listen for the bub hit the bud, all of my fears inside
a grill full with the b s
If you wanna get the money and the status and the mob, you ain t gon prove it Lavish, you ain t even get to see new mansion and porsche shit
it s on ain t nuttin gon stop us now
While i envision my ambitions as a rider, the bang is the same even if it s muffled
Well fuck it nigga we get it down, aren t you ready to go, that s when you forfeit
I ain t speculatin homey i just stick to the facts, niggas at each other thinkin they will bust you Lavish, my nigga open yo mind
You ain t even get to see new mansion and porsche shit, but the hustle quicker so they cop a fo on the split
know the difference between real and fake
you out here servin them rocks up