Print

I put that on Piru Yo Game, let's go I've been shot stabbed, left for dead Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head Guarantee that shit was red Machetes and them choppers out Bitches with their knockers out I done fucked em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga Ran the west for a decade nigga, check the bio Gave you Cincinnati fitteds like I get it in Ohio Autographs on the vinyl made the Lamb albino Straight away in the Wraith, that's a Peyton Manning spiral You lookin' at your idol, Jesus wrote the Bible Yeezus, that's my Nike town rival Dare a nigga try me now, like why me now Lookin' for Red Octobers, I will tie him down Stay laced, spit nothin' but based, yeah All my shit bump like Craig Mack face Ask your favorite bitch how my dick taste Ask your neighbor's bitch how my dick taste SongtexteDon't take orders, I dictate Get your shit straight, dickface Perpetual Rollies with the big face I got 'em lovin' the movement Beard so long, I'm feelin' like Rick Rubin I've been shot stabbed, left for dead Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head Guarantee that shit was red Machetes and them choppers out Bitches with their knockers out I done fucked em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga Top floor at the Biltmore Say they want a war, shit, that's what I'm built for Loungin', Miami with the eye candy Bitches names Sandy and Bambi, my exes can't stand me God blessed the nigga with more swag than Jigga More hoes than Trigga, Trigga no, that's my nigga though Figure four down, Figueroa Rick Flair Phantom All red flannel, niggas don't hit me though Spit on models, R.Kelly, piss on the center fold Ever since Doc showed me a billion in a envelope Love Jimmy, fuck Interscope I'm a don, walk outside, naked, Cuban cigar and Louboutins, huh Shit on my lawn, snakes in the grass I hear em slitherin' and hissin' whenever I pass Ridin' round in somethin' French; Khloe Kardash' Two-hundred on the dash, that's your ass I've been shot stabbed, left for dead Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head Guarantee that shit was red Machetes and them choppers out Bitches with their knockers out I done fucked em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga Yo, this nigga Game bought me a motherfuckin' red Ferrari for my birthday, nigga. (I put that on Piru) Told me I was honorary. (Put that on Piru) I said, nigga, I'm with whatever with this motherfuckin' red Ferrari, nigga. Yeah, I'll take it. Nigga, Game givin' out red Ferraris for no reason, it was just a Tuesday. A motherfuckin' Tuesday. Niggas said happy Tuesday, Puff. Now that nigga wanna stand on my Ferrari every day. Now that nigga wanna stand on my motherfuckin' Ferrari all the time. Drivin' down the street with Hype Williams shootin' a video. We ain't even shootin' a video, we just motherfuckin' ridin' down the street, this nigga got Hype Williams shootin' and shit. See this what happens when that east meets west, we get together, know what I'm sayin'? Say fuck the rest, we start partyin' and bullshittin', havin' a good time, throwin' pool parties and shit. Niggas start buyin' niggas from the east coast Ferraris and shit, shit all good, red Ferraris at that, nigga. Shit, ain't got no time for no other shit, I just got time to get this motherfuckin' money man. Get this money with me man. So that's what we decided to do so now we gettin' more money than anybody and everybody. And the only color that we motherfuckin' at the end of the day gonna beef over is that motherfuckin' green motherfucker Aus Songtexte Mania