Money don’t hide from the gangsters
Pussy don’t hide from the gangsters
Luck, it don’t hide from the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
Let’s raise a glass to the gangsters
Benz’s gon’ crash for the gangsters
Went from the trap to the mansion
Don’t come too close, I get anxious
Bitches gon’ clap for the gangsters
Hermes is GAP for the gangsters
She spun the pole like an angel
I fell in love with a dancer
She held my gun, it’s romantic
This life ain’t no second chances
Cuttin’ up parts of the cancers
We need a plaque for the gangsters
Set aside for a goal like me, okay
I’ve been runnin’ through the streets like this, all day
In a four-wheeler, crazy
Baby, two-wheels, I ride it
Money don’t hide from the gangsters
Pussy don’t hide from the gangsters
Luck, it don’t hide from the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the-
Festival Season
Woah-woah
The pussy got a margarita flavor, I’m drunk
I popped the ‘Rari out in Chattanooga, where she from
Her mother told me I’m the best boyfriend she had
My niggas said the opps wiped the snot off her dad
A million in his stash, and money in his bag
She never had a big dick nigga, she on my lap
I throw some money in the air, please do not count
That’s light bail money for a rich nigga house
Like I’m racist, I like a white bitch for some head
I’m racist, I need a black bitch for some ass
I’m racist, I need an Asian bitch for the math
I’m racist, ’cause I don’t see no color when you bad
Abrasive, ’cause I’ma send them niggas there they crash
A plain tip, but how you ’bout to talk through the mask?
Complacent, you lazy, and runnin’ up a tab
You brazy, this robbery just some more shit that I had
You basic, but maybe I buy a bitch a bag
I’m spiteful, I’m ’bout to fuck her friend to make her mad
I’m spiteful, I might just fuck his bitch and shake his hand
I’m cravin’ the same twin sister that I have
Woah-woah
The pussy got a margarita flavor, I’m drunk
I popped the ‘Rari out in Chattanooga, where she from
Her mother told me I’m the best boyfriend she had
My niggas said the opps wiped the snot off her dad
A million in his stash, and money in his bag
She never had a big dick nigga, she want my lap
I throw some money in the air, please do not count
That’s light bill money for a rich nigga house
When this motherfucker drop
You forget everything you knew before
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