INTRO lyrics

[Intro]
Yo
Yeah
Yeah, I'm about do the intro, bro
You got, you got some headphones?
Alright, bet
Ayy, yeah

[Verse]
I'm with some Dior divas and some Valentino vixens
My n*gga pull off, fan the clip, my opposition skitzin'
The way my n*gga pull up and beat him, he gon' play the victim
We pull out that fever and we treat him, he don't got a sickness
Your money green, my money blue, I see the world different
You tryna f*ck the world and Tony out here world pimpin'
She wanna make a movie, I like one with no scriptin'
I paid her and salute, she on her knees, she no Christian
Jump out the coupe, no roof, she so excited
She said, "You look like the money, Tony, what the price is?"
f*ckin' b*tches, gettin' money, that's my only vices
On the road to get a hundred, you ain't got no license
Pull up with that dryer, watch it empty out your pockets
I think these n*ggas white girls 'cause they only like to pop sh*t
Call my n*gga crosswalk, 'll pull up and he stop sh*t
Why you n*ggas talk sh*t? Probably 'cause my rock p*ss
Maybe 'cause that stock in, baby, I'm a hot man
Shooter keep a drumstick, he not good at Rock Band
You don't want the gang, dog, come on now, stop playin'
It's funny when they change, dog
Gon' thunder when that rain fall
Ballin' on a win, playin' with the same ball
Talkin' to the streets and you ain't get the same call
Oh, that's your b*tch? Yeah, I know, she still got the same bra
Before I dropped her off to you, I caught the same jaw
This sh*t is easy, man, such a shame in the game
n*ggas changin' seasons, but shorty on her knees again
My young n*ggas like BOA, they swipe sh*t like the Visas in
I got weight around, I'm fittin' in
Big bankroll, can't fit it in
Tony, what the hell you doin' for the intro?
Should probably hit your ho, then she just for the outro
Ain't playing 'bout my pennies, I'm on Oscar Proud mode
Go ahead, collect two hundred, n*gga, you just found gold
[Outro]
Go, go
Ha, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, b*tch
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