Game (feat. Payroll Giovanni)

Four one I went from broke nights to first class flights Rollie froze told the stewardess to hold the ice Had to be a man for my mother I turn to the streets And it turn me to a hustler never been a sucker F*ck em if I feel played never laid down now A nigga crib laid riding in a escalade to scoop up Money bag vs diamonds in the light that's my Getting money dance dude be shooting out of town He want a hundred grams he got jammed now he Right back out not a fucking chance dodging niggas Like Detroit potholes wanted a rollie with the boogers Since a snot nose you watch hoes I watched kingpins And cop o's now I'm thinking bigger been accomplished All my block goals yep whipping cane on a hot stove Use to want a presi and dweller f*ck it I got both Still be looking over my shoulders because of old beef Niggas mad pressing the bitch just let her pay me Move wrong trigger finger itching hollows take the lead Do the dash gone in twenty seconds ain't no high speed Got to get this cake manifest then proceed with day Work just called she got six k just from one date Niggas faulty so I keep a blower sliding through la Fake titties fake ass but making real guapalay Thought I just rap didn't know a nigga really pimping Might slide never slip don't believe me check my pivot Saint ain't this saint ain't that you niggas sound ignorant Fades to shootouts a nigga made it out them project buildings Swerve around these weird ass niggas like la potholes Wide body hemi set her down on that Figueroa Man I love this bitch she a real cross country goer White bitch fagged off it's all good it was nice to know her Black work stayed down got me amiri and a fat rollie Baby blessed me wit a few thou that's some real hoeing Rolling up some bake in a raw she gone spark it for me Money machine I love that sound wen it's thumbing hundreds