Shia Labeouf

I just ran out the city in a foreign truck Added all these blues, ain't no stackin' up Runnin' with the bag, it's not fast enough These boys stay acting, call them Shia Labeouf These bitches tryna play, but I had enough City hoes mess around, even when they cuffed I just let this money talk, it won't shut it's mouth Asked your bitch to link, she said, I'd be down I just stack my money up, till I couldn't see it I just dropped fifty songs, my label couldn't keep up Chasin' all this money, I got bored That bitch slide through, private room at The Mark Fucked up a check, and I didn't even start My life a movie, and I'm the star Posted up, rollin' up, chillin' in the hallway These bitches judgmental, they took me the wrong way wheel truck I lit all these blues, ain't no stackin' up Runnin' with the bass, not fast enough These boys say I can call them shy, all I buff These bitches tryna play, but I had enough City hoes mess around, even when they cuffed I just let this money talk, it was shut his mouth I told Mr. Link, she said, I'll be down Down, down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down, down, down