Redlines lyrics

I'm in the full Sergio tacchini sweatsuit, I'm in northeast gettin' money
I just had the golf course in the S55, gentle banks, burnt Rolls Royce in the tunnel
Whoa, best settle down
Whoa, settle down
Stop tryna figure out why n*ggas so serious, at the point in my career I don't need your opinion
The girl seen me whip, but she oh so fierce
I took it all for sauce, sell it for a record deal
It's by cell or breakin' and enterin'
Interstate commerce and white collar criminals
He ain't evеn took nun' there in his life
But thе present side make a young n*gga vicious
And I can't blame this n*gga, I done been there
I can't blame, 'cuz n*gga, I done did it
Took the road I did, a lot of n*ggas wouldn't have even got there
He f*cked me over with that money and I ain't dealt with the old n*gga since
Had to deal with a lot of bullsh*t for a little hand-to-hand paper
f*ck it, let you know, sh*t don't matter
n*gga callin' the homie phone talkin' 'bout "n*ggas wanna kill me"
Summertime, tank top, hot outside, sh*t gettin' serious
Switch on me, ringtone, flip phone, all my b*tches near
Big swing, big swing, huh, brodie bro, dawg, n*gga u hear me?
Big dawg, high rolla', top shotta', doin' big boy business
Quarter million, two hundred fifty thou', when a n*gga gon' start listenin?
Helicop' take to the airport, then a n*gga start sippin'
Slow down b*tch, now you bending the corner a lil' bit too swiftly
When I get that money, I ain't gon' be the same, I'm telling you
Whoa, and I'm dead serious
b*tch, I'm dead serious
I'm a high roller
Whoa, whoa whoa who