State Road
Made a lotta money with the guys
Lost a lotta money on the side
Nothin in the middle pick a side
Gotta ride gotta ride
She was vocal now she actin shy
Hit her with the choppa like I’m plies
Potato on the barrel with the chives
Make her die
Feel alive
She like to tell a nigga what to do
Minute made that pussy got the juice
But nothing really comes before the loot
Never hind it gotta tell the truth
Yea
Playin with my money imma shoot shoot yea
Leave that shit all bloody like it’s suwoo yea
I go coo coo yea I go coo coo
Leave you with no hands you gotta Bluetooth yea
If I’m eatin gotta feed the crew too yea feed the crew too yea feed the crew too
He thought I was playin but its pew pew yea yea its pew pew yea yea its pew pew
Made a lotta money with the guys
Lost a lotta money on the side
Nothin in the middle pick a side
Gotta ride gotta ride
She was vocal now she actin shy
Hit her with the choppa like I’m plies
Potato on the barrel with the chives
Make her die
Feel alive
I know that shit hurt the way the diamonds blingy
Very very slightly what you gotta give me
Put that ass right there like fuckin I’m Chingy
Make it fuckin springy
Make me fuckin clingy
All that tough talk cool just don’t get carried away
Before you lay flat have to get carried away
Hearts in my golds she love everything I say
Have her nappin on the waves
In Miami like I’m wade
I love money
Got plug money
If you ain’t trap wit me you can not hug me
Say that shit again
You can not hug me
Ain’t no love from me
Aint no love
Made a lotta money with the guys
Lost a lotta money on the side
Nothin in the middle pick a side
Gotta ride gotta ride
She was vocal now she actin shy
Hit her with the choppa like I’m plies
Potato on the barrel with the chives
Make her die
Feel alive