Dealership lyrics
by Troy Ave
[Hook]
Man I just left the dealership, and I
Just bust a mill and sh*t, damn I
Be that n*gga for real
I got drugs in my bag, I’m ‘bout to go deal
Gotta get money ‘til a n*gga dead, word
I gotta get money, b*tch it’s in my bag, word
[Verse 1]
Rips in my jeans
I got bands busting out the seams
I got plans, they used to be dreams
I got fans, they usually scream
Troy Ave, what up boy? You that n*gga
I reply that’s love and I f*cks back witcha
Girls just smile and wanna take a picture
If she cute and got style then I might just hit her
From the back, from my phone, f*ck it why not?
All black Air Force One’s, they high top
I am making moves, I do it for my gwap
You know what time it is without no tick tock
[Hook]
Man I just left the dealership, and I
Just bust a mill and sh*t, damn I
Be that n*gga for real
I got drugs in my bag, I’m ‘bout to go deal
Gotta get money ‘til a n*gga dead, word
I gotta get money, b*tch it’s in my bag, word
[Verse 2]
This little b*tch, hips crazy
I might get her pregnant with a baby
I might go buy my moms JC
New crib for selling 80
Money ain’t an issue for
I’m sippin’ creative juice out a BSB cup
And I’m get in the goose for the winning touch
I’m dragging furs and phones, they like the F is up?
I got ambition n*gga, and my heart is on froze
So it’s f*ck who in the way of me achieving my goals
Got a kilo on my neck, hangin’ front me, some’ froze
Thank god I ain’t in jail for what I did on that stove
[Hook]
Man I just left the dealership, and I
Just bust a mill and sh*t, damn I
Be that n*gga for real
I got drugs in my bag, I’m ‘bout to go deal
Gotta get money ‘til a n*gga dead, word
I gotta get money, b*tch it’s in my bag, word
[Hook]
Just left the dealership, and I
Just bust a mill and sh*t, damn I
Be that n*gga for real
I got drugs in my bag, I’m ‘bout to go deal
Gotta get money ‘til a n*gga dead, word
I gotta get money, b*tch it’s in my bag, word