Wallstreet lyrics

Some b*tch give me neck in a back street back seat
Money like the wolf of the wall street
My face full of ass cheeks, blast beats
Pull up with the mac-10 - oh sh*t, don't shoot
I'm alone in the bathroom wrists slit, I quit
Spend 100k on my outfit
Spend 100k on my outfit
Spend 100k on my outfit

My Rolex it shine like the sun
I'm f*cking a b*tch with a gun
I wake up the morning and smoke 100 blunts
And I'm doing it all just for fun

If I pull up you best run
I turn a bad b*tch to a nun
I'm stuntin' and flexing you loser ass b*tches
Just stand in the corner like umm

My life is a movie it play in the theater
b*tch giving head in a two seater skeet on her
b*tch doesn't know that I cheat on her sweet of her
Got couple b*tches in the backseat here

Chain got me froze
b*tches they hoes
My wrist d rose
My shootas 10 toes