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H-H-Hadouken D-D-DJ Daddykat on the mix Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (We got that Dezzy drip 'fore I paid the rent) Yeah, uh We fly, lit (We fly, we fly) Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly) Gotta drive multiple whips Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga 'til I make y'all sick I'ma keep lettin' y'all hate the game and the way I play it Nobu dinner, she on my team, I know she a winner Ain't no begginer, I mastered the style I evented Learned how to handle my business Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed Khaki shorts and long sleeves Don't say much but all the bitches want me Fantical shots at a nigga so I don't got a bulletproof car (Bulletproof car) Pull up in all of them whips and they all tinted, don't know who we are (Know who we are) Remember I used to just shoot for the clouds now I shoot for the stars (I go for the stars) You fuckin' with me and you gonna get game and your gonna get bars And now I got too many hoes I hand 'em out once I don't even know I'm apart SongtexteI'm shoppin' and makin' my clothes They sayin' I'm too hard I told you that I was gon' win As soon as I open the door and they lettin' me star And they takin' one look at my wrist Get hella impressed, they don't even know what it cost Come sit down with the boss You pocket change, we millionairs Pick one, I can call 'em I ain't thinkin' in the past, lil' bitch, I'm movin' forward Niggas my age lookin' hella stressed but I'm enjoyin' it You regular and this nigga important We fly, lit (We fly, we fly) Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly) Gotta drive multiple whips Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga 'til I make y'all sick I'ma keep lettin' y'all hate the game and the way I play it Nobu dinner, she on my team, I know she a winner Ain't no begginer, I mastered the style I evented Learned how to handle my business Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed Khaki shorts and long sleeves Don't say much but all the bitches want me I don't say much 'cause the money talk for me Grab a paper, grind a tree up, roll it up and spark a tree (Hahaha) By the youngin's, got some game and yeah they got it all from me By the bitches, safe to say, it's hard to keep 'em off of me Now they see I got the money, made it double up Got your nigga actin' troublesome I got a couple friends but I done fucked with some I got a couple bitches, ain't in love with none Gotta handle business, I ain't finished 'til I'm done Big crib, pick which one Big tree mean big lungs Ten bitches that's big fun You pocket change, we millionairs Pick one, I can call 'em I ain't thinkin' in the past, lil' bitch, I'm movin' forward Niggas my age lookin' hella stressed but I'm enjoyin' it You regular and this nigga important We fly, lit (We fly, we fly) Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly) Gotta drive multiple whips Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss I'ma run circles 'round y'all nigga 'til I make y'all sick I'ma keep lettin' y'all hate the game and the way I play it Nobu dinner, she on my team, I know she a winner Ain't no begginer, I mastered the style I evented Learned how to handle my business Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed Khaki shorts and long sleeves Don't say much but all the bitches want me Aus Songtexte Mania