Intro:
Ha ha ha ha Roc a Fella y`all
Futuristic shit beeotch
Uh what the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha
Verse 1:
Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit don`t hold no weight
Fortune 5 top 5 in the Forbes (you`ll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I read the Ride report
Class C cold me down with the plastic
That`s all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, robbin` the val suite
My people`s eyes through the peep hole
I`m lovin` you down freak as I
Shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop `em from spreadin` the news
Paper headin` read
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