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Yeah This for Harlem Silk City Vado, what up? Nellz, what up? Rest in peace Nad Star Trek (Roof) Top down, Zonda scream, hallelujah I'm the king, I'm the ruler Got Pharrell up in Harlem Chillin' on the crate with a block of shooters Beach chair on the block, watch the cops Gotta keep the Glock in cooler Flip phone shorty in the corner store Pull a black car out the mink velour Tiffany stones all in my jaw Tank in the crib with fish from Jaws I'm liftin' off, get so high I could kiss the Lord Don Corleone, I been a boss In a Maybach with the ceilin' off Hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up You cannot make this shit if you're a fraud SongtexteThey do not make nothin' like this no more 'Cause we got the caterpillar chains and the butterfly doors Flappin' platinum, but still we soar (Ah) Strappin', strappin', finna go to a war (Ah) Zoom, zoom, imagine tappin' into your core (Ah) Shells hangin' out the vintage Porsche New crib like a synagogue Chew all these rappers up for free Never ask how much the dinner cost Renell sip Hen', she gettin' sauced And wanna make love on the tennis court You wonder why they call me the lord? You pussy-ass niggas, I invented y'all I run the game, I set the bar Fuckin' shit up like a wreckin' ball Adidas deal with the three stripes Sit back and watch the check evolve Hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up You cannot make this shit if you're a fraud They do not make nothin' like this no more 'Cause we got the caterpillar chains and the butterfly doors Flappin' platinum, but still we soar (Ah) Strappin', strappin', finna go to a war (Ah) Zoom, zoom, imagine tappin' into your core (Ah) Learnin' the past and the present's yours Your most valuable possession, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hey) Aus Songtexte Mania