vice city

Lyrics

, big money, big booty bitches, man, that shit gon' be death of me, big problems, i must admit it, man, that shit gon' be death of me, i pray to a c-note, my mama gave up hope, i can't stand myself, i just bought a new coat, i might go broke, i can't stand myself, big money, big booty bitches, man, that shit. turn me up, sin city, sin city, sin city, sin city, big money, big booty bitches, tell the truth, nigga, i'm lost without it, 7 figures for a headline, you want some stage time, we can talk about it, niggas actin' like they be rappin', like nice on the mic, truly doubt it, go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live, that decision is hella childish, rose gold for my old hoes, they ain't satisfied then i sit 'em down, 10th grade, i gave her all shade, but now she got some ass, i wanna hit it now, i don't lease, i just all out feast, i put a blue caprice on gary coleman, bomb head and some cheese eggs, that's a new raise and a signing bonus, fall in this bitch, like some good pussy, can't stand myself, so good, she so hood, she a cheesehead, patty melt, ged with some ebts, and some dvds, that shit was happening, she reel me in with some chicken wings, and some collard greens, that shit was brackin', just cracked me a new bitch, bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey, my bitch get off at 9 o'clock, so i had to shake her 'round 7:30, 105, i'm stomping fast, with these big guns, i'm hella dirty, get caught with this shit, i ain't comin' home 'til like 2030, i got big money, big booty bitches, man, that shit gon' be death of me, big problems, i must admit it, man, that shit gon' be death of me, big dreams, no superstition, man, that shit gon' be death of me, i pray to a c-note, my mama gave up hope, i can't stand myself, i just bought a new coat, i might go broke, i can't stand myself, i just might ban myself, i just might. god!, i'm focused feeling blessed, cause my eyes be the truth, i'm focused feeling blessed, cause my eyes be the truth, mental window blurry as a bitch, still lookin' out it, so much money off the fuckin' books, could write a book about it, took a minute, no, wait a minute. let me think about it, bout 10 years, crips, bloods, sweat and tears, and we still counting, had a real thick bitch named brooklyn, she fucked the whole squad, now every time i land in brooklyn, they fuck with the whole squad, i'm more spiritual than lyrical, i'm similar to eli. why?, cause i'm wearin' black shades, and i'm headed west with the word of god, i think i'm finally ready to talk about it, these niggas just talk about it, homie you don't play me for no fool, poppin' bottles like enemigos, ay dios mio, i'm so cold, get so deep in that water, water, they should call my johnson a harpoon, feed the needy, don't know graffiti, paint her walls like a cartoon, beat the pussy up so bad, send her home with some war wounds, loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back, goin' 'cross her head. bar stool, touch her soul 'til i curl her toes, then it's time to reload, then it's part two, damn near 30, still set trippin' cuz, where you're from, i'mma see about it, last year i made 10 million, that's where i've been yeah, a private island, smoking something, on autopilot, got too many cars, i might crash a whip, new 'rari pedal barely tapping, nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah i'm rich bitch, got two rollies but one missing, think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten, got one crib worth two cribs, and my front lawn, yeah that's water fountain, you be talking boss, saying big words, like philosophies, man you weird homie, what it sounds to me that you broke as fuck, and your bitch gon' leave and that's real homie, a dashiki on, with a fedora on, and my round glasses, trying to fool the cops, i'm with you dot, on that sneak dissing, when you penny bitchin' nigga, shoot the fade, ugly nigga, but i'm fine as wine, did you check your time, i get good with age, shoot the nine like, fourth grade, black hippy droppin', eyebrows raised, i'm focused feeling blessed, cause my eyes be the truth, i'm focused feeling blessed, cause my eyes be the truth, i got big money, big booty bitches, man, that shit gon' be death of me, big problems, i must admit it, man, that shit gon' be death of me, big dreams, no superstition, that shit gon' be the death of me, i pray to a c-note, my mama gave up hope, i can't stand myself, i just bought a new coat, i just might go broke, i can't stand myself, i just might damn myself, i just might. god!. god!