Two50

Private jet needs come to the... woah, woah Private jet needa come to the crib Everybody cannot know where I live She taking shots doing hair in the mirror Needa leer to pass down to my kids Promise the world to the ones that is with me These folks cannot lie I'm the muhfucking shit Keep it a hunnid, I keep it 250 Your girl is not loyal she been riding wit me, I swea She wanna Bentley the chair She want the dick with no problems I do not have me no Bentley, but I bend her over in places yo ass never seen Niggas be talking, ain't bout it, I see em in public they changing the topic That's what I thought, know it's fendi That money be with me, but promise you I'm never green Stay in the house while I'm counting amounts Big cash gotta big safe Gotta bad bitch ain't bitch made She asking what did that bitch say Riding... coupes Panamera..roofs Bring a friend, so I'm running thru two She so tan when she take off that suit Bathing, ape Need enough money aside for the crib with the lake I ordered lobster and steak Came along way from that shit in the pantry I'm talking shit, boy we getting too lit needa sell out the show, on my arm is some candy Of your dreams She can't stop feeling on me Smell like a million on me When you round me don't forget to breathe It's hot in the kitchen you know that I'm wit I'll turn this shit up about ninety degrees Smell like a million on me When you round me don't forget to breathe It's hot in the kitchen you know that I'm wit I'll turn this shit up about ninety degrees