Print

Made millions off chillin', talkin' shit 'bout how I'm livin' What the fuck I look like stressin' 'bout a bitch In the Coop [?] no fuckin' excuses I'ma get after that motherfuckin' grip Nigga we sliding, east siding, high riding Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing Sliding, east siding Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing Back of the Rolls, cracking jokes with the driver Back of the Rolls looking at hoes riding by him Rolled up another one Don't want no smoke and I ain't even halfway done Probably won't get home til the rising of the sun Now I'm in the kitchen making breakfast for my son Take a shower, charge both of my phones then get back on the road We was still clocking dough when the world was closed Now shit back open and we raking in more Hustling to no end Like my homies in Detroit having motion Made millions off chillin', talkin' shit 'bout how I'm livin' What the fuck I look like stressin' 'bout a bitch In the Coop [?] no fuckin' excuses I'ma get after that motherfuckin' grip Nigga we sliding, east siding, high riding Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing Sliding, east siding, high riding Back of the Rolls with my notepad Aus Songtexte Mania