1956 Chevy Belair, Internal Perspective: Door Locked Slowly with Key

all these bands on me so these bitches they gone choose
That gucci belt aint shit if you dont deal with gucci shoes
Niggas swear they loyal probably wishin you would lose
count money in the kitchen wit my niggas watchin cartoons
roley on my wrist and it remind me of the moon
thinkin how i want a mansion wit them big ass rooms
white buzz black tents lookin like racoons
nightmares are going broke and then im down real soon
but fuck it im a boss all my niggas locked down
most of yall niggas bitches me and tida knocked down
whole band on me im just shopping for some shoes
most of my niggas dead or they picture on the news
in the party with them goons savage niggas with tattoos
party wit the goons savage niggas wit tattoos.
pops always told me when you make it to the top
never forget being broke chillin on the block
flowing downtown on my way to the sweap
pockets full of gwoup and my team bout to eat
bout to hit a team bar wit the team and make it rain
all white friends bitches calling me cocaine
gotta watch yo hoe and even watch yo main mains
cause nigga theyll change and its a dirty ass game
gotta watch yo bro and even watch your main main cause nigga theyll change
and its a dirty ass game
walked in the club and i just came to do my thang
bitches cover up they weave cause im bought to make it rain
niggas want a billy jean and my rescinated change
aint have to spit game i just fucked her off my name
all my fuckin life i wanna be just like my pops
baggin those 6's rockin them white ass rocks
couldve sworn i chose those pregnants all these fat ass thots
blue shoes red bottoms they look just like cops
blowin all this loud i cant hear shit
i smell money when im mer rich
say you love me i dont care bitch
cause you lie i dont wanna hear it
back in my zone clutchin the chrome
groupies callin my phone
grabbin on my fendi belt
bitch leave me alone