I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I was just goin' on a run
Goin' way, way out
I paid these dues with my sons
Moved 'em way, way out
Took the detour, made 'em reroute
Ground it up, we don't take a day off
I stack it up, I don't take a day off
Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs
I never switched, I knew it'd pay off
I'm absolutely goin' brazy
Fuck poppin' trunk, lay the chopper right on your lap
Fuck all these comments, I was just sellin' crack
I blame the streets for the way I was raised
I cannot sleep with these demons behind me
Xans, they're takin' over all your thoughts
If you get in the way of my plans, I'ma knock you off
I laced my Sunkist with Molly
I fucked that bitch, she in college
I gave her game and bags
Put that world on her tongue, she a swallower
I got the power of the dollar
You know the power of a dollar
Do you know the power of a dollar?
I know the power of a dollar
(I know the power of a dollar)
I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I was just goin' on a run
Goin' way, way out
I paid these dues with my sons
Moved 'em way, way out
Took the detour, made 'em reroute
Ground it up, we don't take a day off
I stack it up, I don't take a day off
Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs
I never switched, I knew it'd pay off
I'm absolutely goin' brazy
I'm absolutely goin' brazy
They try to stop me, I ain't hesitatin' (Don't stop)
Unwrap the bag and take this medication (Yeah)
I crumple herb on the application (ugh)
I put a circuit in Kate like a waitress
She gave me somethin', that's one hell of a facial
I wasn't nervous, I hold it an' sprayed it
I know you bogus, I seen it for days (I know you bogus, fuck)
I'm absolutely gettin' revenge (Yeah), I absolutely gotta win (Yeah)
I'm comin' through in the clutch (Yeah)
Burn the money up like a Dutch (Dutch)
VVSs, no cut (Woo)
These Gucci flops like chucks (Gucci)
Got that throat from a slut (Who?)
Best feelin' in the world (Best feelin')
When you come through the hood
Ridin' in a foreign and you got your new girl (Whoa)
While you pourin' on syrup, yeah
I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I was just goin' on a run
Goin' way, way out
I paid these dues with my sons
Moved 'em way, way out
Took the detour, made 'em reroute
Ground it up, we don't take a day off
I stack it up, I don't take a day off
Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs
I never switched, I knew it'd pay off
I'm absolutely goin' brazy[Ghostluvme:]
Yeah, they doubted me, now I need security in your city, yeah I'm popping, right? (Yeah)
That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night
That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)
Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type
(Yeah, over type, over type, over type—)
[Future (Ghostluvme):]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Pluto
I'll take bitches all the way to Jupiter, Pluto (What?)
I'm with gang members and the shooters (Okay, yeah)
Your bitch loving me your bitch love me (What?)
For the pretty bitch drinking on muddy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Ghostluvme:]
Yeah, they doubted me (Yeah), now I need security in your city, I'm popping, right? (Yeah)
That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night (Huh)
That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)
Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type (Yeah)
That bitch say she love me but she love money, I know their type (Huh)
Pop a Perc', I'm flying, not dying, yeah, bro, I pop 'em right (Yeah)
I'm sippin' on the lines behind, my highest four-to-five (Aye)
Used to do some crimes but now I smoke the four-to-five
When I settle in my back, you know I used to cut it right (Yeah)
Inches in my suitcase when I fly domesticated type (Yeah)
Oh, why that's when I roll up, you know my blunts are hitting right (Yeah)
Up in cash, when I call up, you know my plug is sitting nice (Aye)
Roll up so much in the studio, they thought it's [?] (Yeah)
Blow up so much smoke that it looks like I kissed a poltergeist (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, it look like I pulled off a jewelry heist (Yeah)
I don't have a piece so how they gonna find a jury right (Yeah)
Broke my only piece so I stay working 'til the morning light
Coking until my lungs are blacker than the dead of night (Yeah)
Used to talk to shit but now these bitches want to flutter me (What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, they doubted me, now I need security in your city, I'm popping, right? (Aye)
That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night (Yeah)
That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)
Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type (Yeah)
That bitch say she love me but she loves money, I know their type (Yeah)
Pop a Perc', I'm flying, not dying, yeah, bro, I pop 'em right (Aye)
I'm sippin' on the lines behind, my highest four to five (Aye)
Used to do some crimes but now I smoke the four-to-five
[Future:]
I blew up like a dynamite, rock the same ice, call it China White
Flew a group of bitches on the same flight, flew the hitters on the same flight
Twenty-four on the grind, do it in the dark, get it in the daylight
One hell of a life, living this life, nigga gotta pay a price
Mad bitches, got mad riches, got habits can't let go
Livin' lavish, got karats certified baguettes
And all black like, getting a lot of cash like Pedro
A few stash spots in San Diego, got a new broad on my payroll
They had doubted a nigga before but now they'll never do that no more
In your window like Kool Joe, made a million off
From a trio, got Brazilians by the trio, get dinerio from Rio
Just jumped off from PJ to plug talk in Creole
Got dog shit on me, got dog shit on me, nigga
Try to love the man, bitch trafficking for a nigga
I done hit the lottery, I hit my numbers, I'm bigger (Pluto)
Out of poverty, it's still a part of me
[Ghostluvme:]
Yeah, they doubted me, now I need security in your city, I'm popping, right? (Ooh)
That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night (Yeah)
That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)
Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type (Yeah)
That bitch say she love me but she love money, I know their type (Yeah)
Pop a Perc', I'm flying, not dying, yeah, bro, I pop 'em right (Ooh)
I'm sippin' on the lines behind, my highest four to five (Aye)
Used to do some crimes but now I smoke the four-to-five
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