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By the code, the game a decade old I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl I don't watch soccer, but I like the jerseys They look good with my jewelry on And my butter brown skin tone Bitches choosing, but none I bring home I break 'em off on sight Introduced 'em to the rest of the stage Done like a couple nights If she's really down, soul on ice like my Rollie crown We control the town from the couch, nigga I'm smoked out You really want that funk U.B. delivered to us in the trunk Andretti OG, Khalifa Kush all stuffed in one joint I proved my point When I parked that Rolls Royce, hopped out Forgot my phone was in my lap My mothafuckin' screen cracked It's all good, I'll text your bitch And have her slide through Mac That Apple Care kicked in Bring me a new phone and an iPad back Hustlers on the map, in pursuit of the scratch Never would we relax Money addicts relapsed (Yeah, yeah) Two dopeboys in a Cadillac Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that? Two dopeboys in a Cadillac Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back Plenty bosses, pretty watches Pull up, they ask what it cost us Stayin' cautious, play your posture Never takin' any losses We declinin' offers Too much sauce, can't get it off us Shout out to Sauce Walka Foreign cars and old Impalas Million dollars, million problems Gotta keep them millions on us Hate 'em, dodgin', bake 'em, watch 'em Money, tryna make it often Now we fathers, know that God got us They be tryna foul us But we never die-ers, gang lifers Rap game survivors Paid the prices We make history and made it twice Off of saving Nikes and convincing girls to stay the night That's our way of life, dropped 2009 to say it twice Every day's a flight You just hatin', dawg, that ain't advice Got my paper right Ain't just buyin' everything in sight Now I'm the savin' type, So my son is straight for life Always grindin', money on the mind, Rollie telling time You out of line, saying this gang life is not the vibe Two dopeboys in a Cadillac Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that? Two dopeboys in a Cadillac Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back Two dopeboys in a Cadillac Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that? Two dopeboys in a Cadillac Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back By the code, the game a decade old I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl I don't watch soccer, but I like the jerseys They look good with my jewelry on And my butter brown skin tone Bitches choosing, but none I bring home I break 'em off on sight Introduced 'em to the rest of the stage Done like a couple nights If she's really down, soul on ice like my Rollie crown We control the town from the couch, nigga I'm smoked out You really want that funk U.B. delivered to us in the trunk Andretti OG, Khalifa Kush all stuffed in one joint I proved my point When I parked that Rolls Royce, hopped out Forgot my phone was in my lap Mttin' 50 out to speak The lawyer want 30 if a nigga get killed Do this shit for guys, I'm puttin' gag in my wheel (nigga) 10 on me now, but it's the ticket at the creed 20 on the way, I'm puttin' 50 out to speak The lawyer want 30 if a nigga get killed Do this shit for guys, I'm puttin' gag in my wheel (nigga) Free 99, it's in a blitz, I just got a P90 with the tits Oh, boy, that's a drum line, you know we all comin' when it's wartime Peel line, boy, they give me 50 dollars every time Can't make this up, gosh, I need nine for my youth Put a hunnid up, boy, it only took me a month or two Put this pistol where the abs duck, duck, goose Y'all nigga's scary as your momma tryna call a truce Bad boy, bad get 'em bad back I ain't trippin' on half the weight the mop There was a lot of niggas sleepin' on me Homie make your money, yeah, if you ever out here speakin' on me Roomie got offended when I upset his .30 on me You know that shit like to a million-dollar nigga I ain't got a pair of feet, me and bro come go get ya Start quick, can't call BI, I hate to have to hit you You were bit a shore as mad, I'm hitters come blitz 10 on me now, but it's the ticket at the creed 20 on the way, I'm puttin' 50 out to speak The lawyer want 30 if a nigga get killed Do this shit for guys, I'm puttin' gag in my wheel (nigga) 10 on me now, but it's the ticket at the creed 20 on the way, I'm puttin' 50 out to speak The lawyer want 30 if a nigga get killed Do this shit for guys, I'm puttin' gag in my wheel (nigga) When I get to think about money, I get a boner Up on my head with kissin' and die from that Corona But everybody fuck with me, so I can't even say (no) Don't try me, don't, 'cause that's where all the goons go where you layin' Spread it, don't play the big homie 'cause they don't pay that I make a killin' touchin' that rope right of the J-sets Feds got me three for the stripe, I guess that's payback 'Cause I've been scammin' pinions and we go way back We like the mirror rare strikes, talkin' tea and no bitches Got it out the wood, I'm talkin' straight up out those trenches Niggas and they fence, cut them off and I got richer Beat me at the press and way back I needed riches S-Class the whip, yeah, my mummy is some shit My brother is some shit, two hundred thousand just on wits Heavy ass Cuban on my neck, fuck a rope I can't take the opps for real, why, 'cause a nigga is joke (a nigga's a bro) Brought a dollar out the house, buy like 50 just to spend Could have spent it on some balls, but I spent it on the beer Just to see two twin bitches kissin' on their friends Got to fully switch Drac' just to buss a nigga head Probably need paid them ball, or they trap it with them forts out Niggas know we really eat when it's wartime 762's come out the Drac', knock the pot now I hope your momma make that wheel when that torch out Wanna roll ten to bleed out, 50 if I go to trial, nigga Fellow for the lowest if he can give me 25 Ball moley when the tills, she been knockin' doors down Beer drop the charges, had to act like I'm surprised My bitch judge her and her 30 thousand of bongs And I still her in a new Louis, I be puggin' Keep rappin' about ten K a night, that ain't nothin' Got earrings bigger than that chain you keep tuggin' 10 on me now, but it's the ticket at the creed 20 on the way, I'm puttin' 50 out to speak The lawyer want 30 if a nigga get killed Do this shit for guys, I'm puttin' gag in my wheel (nigga) 10 on me now, but it's the ticket at the creed 20 on the way, I'm puttin' 50 out to speak The lawyer want 30 if a nigga get killed Do this shit for guys, I'm puttin' gag in my wheel (what the fuck) Money 2025-10-25 04:18:12
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- Duration
- 02:48
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 133 BPM