Under City Lights (feat. Bimpgod)

Dear God, make me a bird So I can fly far, far away from here See I been laying dormant for a while, nigga Just had a child So I figured I'd buy some toys And bring them out this year Let's make it clear, I'm hear for the money So when you see me Say there go that nigga Rick Slick Diggly about his billies God make me a man of my word I told him I'm make a milli Need to ask about a nigga, just tell him I'm sitting pretty Off a sore, for the O Or two eighths for the flat Under these Dallas lights I lift two eights on my back I'll be gone, on the road By the eighth, I'll be back I met my nigga at the store And put two eighths in a sack Let me slab down the Ave In that Champagne Jag Them haters looking mad Let that champagne splash They realize it's a fact that I am better And everybody know I'm fly Bitch, this is lamb leather Just as fresh as clever Young forever, holler Rufio Now I'm in the A, with ones like I'm Julio Yeah, the girls in the club show me love Shaking that ass in the cut, nigga what If it's foreign to me I explore and I see Foreign currency, I exchange for the free I could change up the key Ain't no playing with me Only equality, that's what I'm a see I'm getting paid for the shit I would've did for free But it's foreign to me, so I explore and I see I could change up the V Private jet, change up the sea Scenery, shit so real to me Plenty real with me In the field with me It's a drill to me It's so real to see, yeah It's so real to see, yeah It's too real to me, yeah Under the city lights