Intro: G#m F That ball, nigga Call up the driver, fill up the black truck Chorus: G#m Call up the driver, fill up the black truck F We got whatever you need, nigga, come and shop with us G#m Every time we in the club, we got money on the floor F LV to the ground, on that take a nigga ho G#m 'Fore I walk out the house, spray on some Kirke F Walk in the spot, now shit everywhere like some hay G#m Take too long to sell 'em, shit start turnin' brown F Youngest Boss, trap nigga, white tee with the Thom Browne
Verse: G#m Nigga, I'll bet the whole— ain't gon' even see it (See) F Too much money, left the money counter, so l guess I gotta weigh it G#m Sometimes shit fast, sometimes slow F We just left the truck stop, kinda nervous, ain't on no date though Told bro to watch his speed, gotta get them things home safe (Safe) In that mode, only time I change clothes when I change states Feel like the people on you, nigga, better pray Got no ego problem, put up the jewelry we in L.A LV Advisor, know me well, nigga, LV Don Told bro quit playin', right number, we gon' move a ton I know I'm a top-five seller 'round the major Plex (6) Summertime on the way, you can catch us on the yachts and jets Laws hit the spot yesterday, but we still posted Dope good, lotta traffic, gotta know how to control it Shit you brag about, used to it, won't even post it Gotta pay the neighbors on the street when your shit rollin' Where I wanna sleep at tonight, got 'bout four spots Fives, tens and twenties, nigga, that's a D-boy knot RIP Nip, nigga, I'm thinkin' 'bout the long run Keep grindin', you ain't where you wanna be, this shit a marathon I was twenty-one, nigga, when I did the Audemars Bitches screamin', "Oh my God, there he go," guess I'm a superstar Eight month run, nigga ran that bag up super far See that Z tatted on her, nigga, Zillionaire's is what we are Doe was last seen in the hood in a supercar Young nigga tryna get it, had the grams in a glass jar Tryna see that money add up, stay out the bar In some fast shit, hit the gas, all you hear is roar Chorus: Call up the driver, fill up the black truck We got whatever you need, nigga, come and shop with us Every time we in the club, we got money on the floor LV to the ground, on that take a nigga ho 'Fore I walk out the house, spray on some Kirke Walk in the spot, now shit everywhere like some hay Take too long to sell 'em, shit start turnin' brown Youngest Boss, trap nigga, white tee with the Thom Browne (With the Thom Browne) Outro: Youngest Boss, nigga 'Fore I walk out the house, spray on some Kirke Summertime on the way, catch us on the yachts and jets Nigga, can't be fucked with, nigga, what you wanna bet
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