Did it All (feat. Vado & Rick Rude) [Remix]

You ain't me So you shouldn't be talking for me I'm from the forty So you know I keep the forty on me Lotta bands Had to get it by my doly I done did it all Tell me what these bitches want from me Pull up Hop up in the spaceship I fuckin wit the numbers like the matrix All these mo Fucka's so tasteless Talk behind my back but when they see me They don't say shit I pull off the lot Park whoever try takin my spot I'm shootin my shot Right through the roof Turn you to a drop Ya niggas is opps I call to collect Ya callin the cops Don't care if it's hot All day I be spinning the block She gon blow me like some hooka I'm on the strip wit the shooters I'm in the trap with the movers You bout ya money I salute ya I be in the trap all day My only office is the hallway My plug only speak Spanish I approach him like oye Valentino on the feet My bitch bad like sheesh If you reach I teach I be flexing on the beat Diamonds moving like bachata This is fenty on the collar I made a hundred off a dollar You can't name a block hotter You ain't me So you shouldn't be talking for me I'm from the forty So you know I keep the forty on me Lotta bands Had to get it by my doly I done did it all Tell me what these bitches want from me Pull up Hop up in the spaceship I fuckin wit the numbers like the matrix All these mofucka's so tasteless Talk behind my back but when they see me They don't say shit She in love with how I scam Damn Started off wit a hundred grams Turned that to one hundred grand Cook it up Got my stretch on F*ck stepped on I'm the runnin man Been the man They don't understand Red on like Cunningham (Yes) Took a loss I'm still on She a threat but kilt calm Guiseppe rolex heel on Keep cheddar Mean leather Seat dweller in a thin arm Thighs thicker than ten arms Jeans kept her in vin moss Best kept They don't mention ya Glock on me I promise ya No thermometers To check temperature Throw the oop Sean kemp'in ya Slam dunk in these women bruh Golf sport That's miniature Jet golf streams Wheels liftin up You ain't me So you shouldn't be talking for me I'm from the forty So you know I keep the forty on me Lotta bands Had to get it by my doly I done did it all Tell me what these bitches want from me Pull up Hop up in the spaceship I fuckin wit the numbers like the matrix All these mofucka's so tasteless Talk behind my back but when they see me They don't say shit