First Or Last

Lyrics

Oh
 Like when Ricky Bobby's dad said "You first or you last"
 I got all intentions on getting this cash
 Rolling joints up with laser precision
 I got major decisions to make
 Whether to get the Maybach or just chill
 My niggas is real in the feel
 Blow so much marijuana smoke the smell's still in the ceiling
 Owner said the club closed but we still in the building
 Pullin' foreigns outside and stuffin' women up in 'em
 Got a hundred grand stuffed in these expensive ass denim
 Mike hit the the racetrack and spend it, and come back with millions
 She half Sicilian, her family don't even like blacks
 I'm ashing my joint, say her dad gon' kill her
 Let me borrow the Lambo and the pad familiar
 Got every game on Xbox
 Don't need to get dressed, when I come over it's sweats and socks
 Them other niggas say they like the Taylors, just stop
 Cop a new pad, and smoke one for the life that we never had (Never had)
 Cop a new whip, and smoke one for the shit we could never get (Never get)
 Cop a new chain, and smoke one for the time we wanted better days (Better days)
 Gettin' dollars makes sense, me and my dog worked hard
 So we don't mind spendin' just a little bit (Little bit)
 Actin' like a nigga that ain't ever had (Ever had)
 Pull up in a foreign with a paper tag (Paper tag)
 This a Rolls Royce bitch, not a Jag (Not a Jag)
 Keep a closet full of unpopped tags (Unpopped tags)
 Niggas bring that bullshit, they get zapped (Get zapped)
 Never chasin' bitches, I be gettin' cash (Gettin' cash)
 My roof in the trunk, joint full of skunk
 My speakers blast like they from 12 gauge pump
 Nigga your crew on the stump, ain't got a bag in months
 Nigga my crew on the hunt, get everything we want
 We was wilin' when we was young 'til the game did jump
 Jet Life, all you is a chump, knew we was the ones
 To change the game and that's exactly what we done
 New Orleans where I'm from, in Amsterdam catchin' stunts
 New Orleans where I'm from, in Japan rollin' up
 New Orleans where I'm from, motherfucker like what
 Cop a new pad, and smoke one for the life that we never had (Never had)
 Cop a new whip, and smoke one for the shit we could never get (Never get)
 Cop a new chain, and smoke one for the time we wanted better days (Better days)
 Gettin' dollars makes sense, me and my dog worked hard
 So we don't mind spendin' just a little bit (Little bit)
 

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Duration
02:38
Key
3
Tempo
88 BPM

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