I’ma tell you what I don’t like Pussy niggas that roll too tight All these rappers be prototype If a louie v not that nice I’m the type to drive the day And cop the night You the type, to be fly today But then cop by night Don’t act like you know my type Aston martin be low pro, right I did the coupe, I got my kids I’ma need that photo type Bossing up indeed, louie on that mogul life A bated from..this will be that polo life I did the cars, did the cribs, I did it big, Even had 2 kids First to blog, first to mob, In that brand new murcielag ... be like 10, 20 grand in my right hand I ball like a swing man, so I don’t need no wingman On my flights, I sky fans, Verses I don’t finance Fuck your skinny jeans boy Fuck you and your tight pants iPhone on a iPlan yellow bitch from Iran porsche truck look good as fuck I call that Cayenne
[Hook] x 2 Start the show, get your focus rights When that camera flash, I can see the lights Here I go, I’m feeling right Someone pass the mike then give me the light
Niggas mad I hustle, niggas mad cause I hustle Don’t be mad at me niggas, cause I got plans like russel Simmons, I need a big fit, everytime I’m at the club sippin Got tags each on my pocket Now that’s a wishful tihnkin I’m going out, just to show my face I’m flexin everyday weekend Find a girl that’s hot as fuck, take her home and sex to the weekend Weekend, them sheets is wet, don’t call me Who’s next, next, yeah I can be an asshole But I’m all in 26 sex Live it up every night, them camera flashing is bright Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com I’m 30000 high, I’m on another flight To the east coast, to the east coast Bout to have the time of my life Hard work keeps paying off, I made music my wife I remember when they said Sean brown you never will make it The tables turned, and flipped around I got your girlfriend naked Don’t care bout what he said I’m out here chesin these checks I’m out here just to be the next rap sensation
[Hook] x 2 Start the show, get your focus rights When that camera flash, I can see the lights Here I go, I’m feeling right Someone pass the mike then give me the light
Warrup y’all, warrup y’all My numbers up like John Wall I’ma need the light, need the light like sean paul Don’t deal with fake niggas, yeah you root paul I’m sittin on niggas, I need 2 stars, 2 stars! all my line is to find a new broad That hoe, my money come too long I buck too hard Swag cold, no fish filee But I’m too raw Too raw, you are? Yeah nigga I’m too raw What? Fuck I said it, yeah nigga, better call you a medic That sweet shit for you diabedics, Amber rose, my car won’t let it Nah, bitch I’m never gonn sweat it Keep on shooting like jay tay ready Best believe that cake I get it Club life, we just more with it Just more with it, yeah nigga, we just more with I gave you justice, that’s so poetic
[Hook] x 2 Start the show, get your focus rights When that camera flash, I can see the lights Here I go, I’m feeling right Someone pass the mike then give me the light.