Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Chorus
From the bottom to the top, I'm just praying I won't fall
I can't believe I'm this far, just when the money starts
Keep the semi tucked on the Bentley truck
Double digits, ah, all the bitches stuck
Make up, we break up, pourin' all the flavors
Put in on the paper, undercover major
And we pourin' up the Tris, baby, suck up on this dick
I don't want another kiss, fuckin' on her, I don't miss
Post-Chorus
And we carry SIGs, and we keep it trill, fuckin' up on film
Blowin' up on the news, comin' in with new sounds, comin' in with new sounds
Comin' in with new rounds, comin' in with new poles
Body slam some cunt now, global, fuck that nolo
Chorus
From the bottom to the top, I'm just praying I won't fall
I can't beliеve I'm this far, just when the monеy starts
Keep the semi tucked on the Bentley truck
Double digits, ah, all the bitches stuck
Make up, we break up, pourin' all the flavors
Put in on the paper, undercover major
And we pourin' up the Tris, baby, suck up on this dick
I don't want another kiss, fuckin' on her, I don't miss
Post-Chorus
And we carry SIGs, and we keep it trill, fuckin' up on film
Blowin' up on the news, comin' in with new sounds, comin' in with new sounds
Comin' in with new rounds, comin' in with new poles
Body slam some cunt now, global, fuck that nolo
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