作曲:Nayvadius Wilburn,Xavier Dotson
作词:Nayvadius Wilburn,Xavier Dotson
They tell me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You gotta feel the pain of the kid in the ghetto
The hearts of the ghetto
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I do the maserati
No basic no basic
Gotta get that money like the eighties and save it
We went through the struggle and waited and waited
I can't let that one of you betray me betray me
I get exhausted off that red till i say uh oh
I get exhausted
Send out the red on me no more
I promise i'mma throw the weave on this **
A million dollar take
Sneeze on a ** **
Crappy 15
Don't you take it personal
Shout it won't swing
Bye ** let's go
Let's go
Shawty's me california dreams
Every single day we meet
Gave me the game and i ran with it
Took all the pain and i ran with it
Took all the fame and i ran with it
I took a few losses and ran with it
I go to shoppin' on ten for it
Order that car in the automo i'm reppin' this
I gotta go get the cashier
Ten pale ** i put a bird inside a porsche
She a bad ** i put that ** inside a porsche
Got some mad killers with me ready to swing that torch
Really really really with some dumb boys
We do the maserati no basic no basic
Yeah gotta get that money like the eighties and save it
Let's go
We went through the struggle and waited and waited
Can't tell me i can't let nine one of you betray me
Betray me now what
I get exhausted off that bread
'til i say uh oh uh huh
I get exhausted off that bread
I don't need no more that's right
I promise i'mma blow the **
A million dollar tech sneeze on a **
I heard you rhyme magazine don't take it personal
We had someproblem for this rapture took him personal
You get so much money your past
Are hunting so many farm bros i won't dare
Ayy i keep a ** but not on me i keep one on me yeah
Rubber bad ** i ** that **
She got one on me yeah
Saucy drippin' on me got designer flippin' on me yeah
Roll some ** up roll some ** i gotta smoke one yeah
I caught a jug at the car double
Paid her right there on the spot for
Must ride a truck
Whoa ** it that is it
No no real ** do it anyway
Pop a pill she'll throw away
Cracker city and poor way
** around take those away
Two maserati no basic no basic
Gotta get that money like the eighties and save it
We went through the struggle and waited and waited
I can't let that one of you betray me betray me
I get exhausted off that red till i say uh oh
I get exhausted up the bread on me no more
I promise i'ma blow the ** off this **
A million dollar tech sneeze on a ** **