"Dwyane Wade" lyrics
Dee Aura & xaviersobased Lyrics
Phew
Money, I'm makin' it all night, got the traphouse hoppin' like hopscotch
These niggas, they try, you get popped, all these bands, I'ma put on a wristwatch
Try to run up on me you get popped, got a big blunt, let that shit drop (Xavier)
See the Tris here with the guwap, I don't got feelings, but I got bands
If she look good, need a good dance, and I'm not here for the romance
Three-eighty on me like goddamn, I'm shootin' from hell, nigga hotter than a frying pan
I'm sellin' my dream, go to Netherlands, these hunnids, they green, like they Peter Pan
I swerve in a foreign, not a fuckin' van, I stay with the gang, no, this not the clan
I'm sippin' on lean, now I can't stand, like how many bands do I got in my hand?
Like fast life, look at that nigga, he ran, yeah, free all my dogs that sit in the cage
Yeah, cha-cha-cha, fuck minimum wage, I'm ballin', I'm ballin' like Dwayne Wade
This Glock on my hip, I don't do the fade, yeah, run up on me, and he fade away
Times get better, you just gotta pray, gotta stay down, but that don't mean wait
I ride through the city, I'm bustin' these plays, this bitch got an attitude, stuck in a phase
This Glock on my hip, and it came with a ray, I gotta move, no I cannot stay
I pour a four that I put in your last four, I'm countin' this money, don't get bored
I'm milkin' the plug, I don't jugg, I don't ensure, and these real diamonds, yeah, they hittin' on
Sippin' on drank, can't feel my face
Fast life livin', I'm beatin' the case, you playin' with me, then he gettin' erased
Yeah, hop in the car, then I'm doin' the race, yeah, cops too fast, it done turned to a chase
Got bands on me, lemme drop on your Chase, I'm sippin' this drank, can't feel my face
That nigga trippin', yeah, he see illusions, in the trap, yeah, that boy intrudin'
I stay with the gang, no, I'm not recruitin', When these pints hit, finna lose it
Sippin' this drank, uh, sippin' this drank, nigga, I abuse it
Money, I'm makin' it all night, got the traphouse hoppin' like hopscotch
These niggas, they try, you get popped, all these bands, I'ma put on a wristwatch
Try to run up on me you get popped, got a big blunt, let that shit drop (Xavier)
See the Tris here with the guwap, I don't got feelings, but I got bands
If she look good, need a good dance, and I'm not here for the romance
Three-eighty on me like goddamn, I'm shootin' from hell, nigga hotter than a frying pan
I'm sellin' my dream, go to Netherlands, these hunnids, they green, like they Peter Pan
I swerve in a foreign, not a fuckin' van, I stay with the gang, no, this not the clan
I'm sippin' on lean, now I can't stand, like how many bands do I got in my hand?
Like fast life, look at that nigga, he ran, yeah, free all my dogs that sit in the cage
Yeah, cha-cha-cha, fuck minimum wage, I'm ballin', I'm ballin' like Dwayne Wade
This Glock on my hip, I don't do the fade, yeah, run up on me, and he fade away
Times get better, you just gotta pray, gotta stay down, but that don't mean wait
I ride through the city, I'm bustin' these plays, this bitch got an attitude, stuck in a phase
This Glock on my hip, and it came with a ray, I gotta move, no I cannot stay
I pour a four that I put in your last four, I'm countin' this money, don't get bored
I'm milkin' the plug, I don't jugg, I don't ensure, and these real diamonds, yeah, they hittin' on
Sippin' on drank, can't feel my face
Money, I'm makin' it all night, got the traphouse hoppin' like hopscotch
These niggas, they try, you get popped, all these bands, I'ma put on a wristwatch
Try to run up on me you get popped, got a big blunt, let that shit drop (Xavier)
See the Tris here with the guwap, I don't got feelings, but I got bands
If she look good, need a good dance, and I'm not here for the romance
Three-eighty on me like goddamn, I'm shootin' from hell, nigga hotter than a frying pan
I'm sellin' my dream, go to Netherlands, these hunnids, they green, like they Peter Pan
I swerve in a foreign, not a fuckin' van, I stay with the gang, no, this not the clan
I'm sippin' on lean, now I can't stand, like how many bands do I got in my hand?
Like fast life, look at that nigga, he ran, yeah, free all my dogs that sit in the cage
Yeah, cha-cha-cha, fuck minimum wage, I'm ballin', I'm ballin' like Dwayne Wade
This Glock on my hip, I don't do the fade, yeah, run up on me, and he fade away
Times get better, you just gotta pray, gotta stay down, but that don't mean wait
I ride through the city, I'm bustin' these plays, this bitch got an attitude, stuck in a phase
This Glock on my hip, and it came with a ray, I gotta move, no I cannot stay
I pour a four that I put in your last four, I'm countin' this money, don't get bored
I'm milkin' the plug, I don't jugg, I don't ensure, and these real diamonds, yeah, they hittin' on
Sippin' on drank, can't feel my face
Fast life livin', I'm beatin' the case, you playin' with me, then he gettin' erased
Yeah, hop in the car, then I'm doin' the race, yeah, cops too fast, it done turned to a chase
Got bands on me, lemme drop on your Chase, I'm sippin' this drank, can't feel my face
That nigga trippin', yeah, he see illusions, in the trap, yeah, that boy intrudin'
I stay with the gang, no, I'm not recruitin', When these pints hit, finna lose it
Sippin' this drank, uh, sippin' this drank, nigga, I abuse it
Money, I'm makin' it all night, got the traphouse hoppin' like hopscotch
These niggas, they try, you get popped, all these bands, I'ma put on a wristwatch
Try to run up on me you get popped, got a big blunt, let that shit drop (Xavier)
See the Tris here with the guwap, I don't got feelings, but I got bands
If she look good, need a good dance, and I'm not here for the romance
Three-eighty on me like goddamn, I'm shootin' from hell, nigga hotter than a frying pan
I'm sellin' my dream, go to Netherlands, these hunnids, they green, like they Peter Pan
I swerve in a foreign, not a fuckin' van, I stay with the gang, no, this not the clan
I'm sippin' on lean, now I can't stand, like how many bands do I got in my hand?
Like fast life, look at that nigga, he ran, yeah, free all my dogs that sit in the cage
Yeah, cha-cha-cha, fuck minimum wage, I'm ballin', I'm ballin' like Dwayne Wade
This Glock on my hip, I don't do the fade, yeah, run up on me, and he fade away
Times get better, you just gotta pray, gotta stay down, but that don't mean wait
I ride through the city, I'm bustin' these plays, this bitch got an attitude, stuck in a phase
This Glock on my hip, and it came with a ray, I gotta move, no I cannot stay
I pour a four that I put in your last four, I'm countin' this money, don't get bored
I'm milkin' the plug, I don't jugg, I don't ensure, and these real diamonds, yeah, they hittin' on
Sippin' on drank, can't feel my face
