Str8 Outta Carol City

Love you love you need you need you

Won't you got to have your child

Great god in heaven

You know i love talk to them yeah i'm back on it

I don't really ** with rap ** they phony

Pockets on more nick your ** bone it

Rich ** ** ain't nothing broke on me

Look at my ** look at my homie

Every day wake up feel good three tony

I say a prayer take a shower i'mneed a address

Lil mama no phony nah i ain't gotta ** five

Here i'm zoning what i drive

Well lay my head i'm on it

I own you ** lame like a honda

Say what i want when i want peace kanye

All day i'm all white cellar

Broads move that white girl

Swift like taylor i ** wood

Told her hammer i nail her

And when i'm done delta i miller

A miller you know my vibe on auto

Ah sky first chase money my motto oh

Got it you know i love money cars

Hoes hold up twenty six inches no low low

Tell them cracks no photos

Couldn't man in the back seat four door moneyhoe polo

All night ** hoe on low dough

I don't need a clique hit a lick solo

** ** one time you a no show

Flow like flame dolomike game

Half the ** in the feds say they sold my cane

I'm getting money so i'm able to recruit

Them new troops

Blue fair con suits on top like barrack

E d i mean props yeah raw sport

Wall street to the block

And i took your ** off the bench got a half bleach

Put the ** on the beach

Now the chick coupe threes

With a breeze till i cut her from the leak

Now she plays overseas

The blackberry still buzzing

The maybach blackberry twenty four scrubbing

I might crackwindow window

Smelling like crack but it's indo

Make a ** smile when the wind blow blow

Got a thing cool and dre for the tempo

Money in the bank bank or the big bag

Got four green face but it's still black flag