Pronto

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah gold crown top down as I cruise with a bad ho
Yeah i-9 from Chicago
I got the weed and the liquor but the money on my mind thoug
I got a line on the five pack
A hundred thangs on the scale, mother****er can you buy tha
She pop that pussy and rewind tha
And suck a dick as I get twisted and listen to do or die ra
Freddie Kane young Corleone
Hoppin' out the van wit' the bows of the strong
Bitches gettin' paid from the shit that I recor
Here my lord wit' the pack when a nigga came hom
Told my bitch we be smokin' and chokin' rollin' it's all the sam
Druggin' and still thuggin' it's all a game

Real niggas 'bout to cash ou
I need my rims on my cars when I pull them mother****ers off the lo
**** the top cop the dro
And these hoes be on my jock for my hot
Car and watch but this pimpin' never stop
Tired or not what you thought
And this paper turn 'em out
What she 'bout ain't no doubt
Thank god I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And these hoes I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
Pesos I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And she know I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot

Thank god I got a

And I don't mean to be so careless baby

One thing on my mind it's the way I came up

So don't catch no feelings

Girl you playin' wit' the mother****ing realest
I'm a tell you that one more time
I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And these hoes I got a lot got a lot got a lot

Pesos I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot

And she know I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot

Thank god I got a

Yeah gold crown top down as I cruise with a bad ho
Yeah i-5 on the west coast
And I done been around the world
But in cali they blow the best shit
******* and palm trees I''m on when I came here
Plug was up north I pushed to the yay then
Shout-out my niggas I got a ton when the weight i
Feedin' my thugs I''m pullin' dubs in the state pen
****ing with frederico sopran
Niggas actin' monkey my clip I got a banan
Rollin' with guerillas these niggas don't want no bante
I just might go flippin' go back and forth with them hammers
***** we be smokin' and chokin' rollin' it's all the same

Druggin' and still thuggin' it's all a game
Full clip on the k thang
I got a shotty in the mother****ing trunk, nigga don't get poppe
**** the cops, bodies dro
And these feds be on my block round the clock stop and watch
But this thuggin' never stop
Get that rock what you thought
And these haters talk a lot ain't gon' pop a hundred shots
Thank god I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And you know I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And these hoes I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
Pesos I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot

Thank god I got a

And I don't mean to be so careless baby eh

One thing on my mind it's the way I came up

So don't catch no feelings

Girl you playin' wit' the mother****ing realest
I'm a tell you that one more time
I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
These hoes I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
Pesos I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And she know I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot

Thank god I got a