"Lambo All Cash Freestyle" lyrics
Wake up - wake up - wake up to the money, you be havin' bosses
Student to the game, learnin' from my wins and losses
Say she over it, she must think she's summer walkin'
And when she bringin' to the table, there's nothin' to off it
All these blues like I'm Democrat, might run for office
Talk money over hoes way before it's walkin'
Gotta watch my back, so back in every time I'm parkin'
Don't wanna fuck, but she beggin' me to take her shoppin'
Bad shots, I steal cash blocks from the [?] box
Broke the glass block, game froze when the hands stopped
Cook that shit up, I call that shit a massacre
Range so deep, I'm shooting from the damn ambassador
I got big racks, stacked up like a six pack
Shawty, she a demon, type to pull up with that hell cat
Used to want that scat pack, now I smoke that Dutt pack
Walk inside the bank, if you wonder where is Flight at
Like I broke my neck, my diamonds like a ice pack
Cheated on a friend with a friend, yeah, I'm like that
I feel like Day-Day, spend that shit and get it right back
At the dealership, I'll buy the Lambo all cash
CEO, I'm the biggest, I'm the boss
The one who call the shots, FTC, the new Rick Ross
Pull up to the crib, wide awake, she take it all
I like a bitch who fall, why the fuck we need to talk?
Always talking shit, that's why nobody fucks with you
Just a fly nigga counting seven, eight figures
Got a bad bitch, yeah she got a big figure
Fuck a [?] cold motherfucker broke nigga
Ha
Come on
Aye
They gon' talk now
They might talk now, my nigga, [?]
(Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man)
Just a regular nigga from Palm Beach Country, 561
God is good, God is great
Student to the game, learnin' from my wins and losses
Say she over it, she must think she's summer walkin'
And when she bringin' to the table, there's nothin' to off it
All these blues like I'm Democrat, might run for office
Talk money over hoes way before it's walkin'
Gotta watch my back, so back in every time I'm parkin'
Don't wanna fuck, but she beggin' me to take her shoppin'
Bad shots, I steal cash blocks from the [?] box
Broke the glass block, game froze when the hands stopped
Cook that shit up, I call that shit a massacre
Range so deep, I'm shooting from the damn ambassador
I got big racks, stacked up like a six pack
Shawty, she a demon, type to pull up with that hell cat
Used to want that scat pack, now I smoke that Dutt pack
Walk inside the bank, if you wonder where is Flight at
Like I broke my neck, my diamonds like a ice pack
Cheated on a friend with a friend, yeah, I'm like that
I feel like Day-Day, spend that shit and get it right back
At the dealership, I'll buy the Lambo all cash
CEO, I'm the biggest, I'm the boss
The one who call the shots, FTC, the new Rick Ross
Pull up to the crib, wide awake, she take it all
I like a bitch who fall, why the fuck we need to talk?
Always talking shit, that's why nobody fucks with you
Just a fly nigga counting seven, eight figures
Got a bad bitch, yeah she got a big figure
Fuck a [?] cold motherfucker broke nigga
Ha
Come on
Aye
They gon' talk now
They might talk now, my nigga, [?]
(Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man)
Just a regular nigga from Palm Beach Country, 561
God is good, God is great
