Run it up privately
I'm tryna' make it out poverty
I'm tryna' make it out monopoly
I'm looking for some real property
Uh, that was an improper lane change
Ooh I cannot move the same way
Watch how you speaking on gang gang
We really tote em' and spray things
We really spin on your block
She say we f*cking a lot
Boy I hit in the spot
Shit I hit it just right yea
Imma' pour four in a sprite
I be leanin' just right yea
Red eyes on a red eye
I might just catch you a flight
I might roll one and get high
Thirty-thousand in the sky
Sit back I recline
Checks up, boss time
And I aint' never had a option
Turn my pain into some profits
Til my pockets deep like oceans (ouha)
Pain made me
She ride crazy
You my baby
We go crazy yea
What it sound like
What you like
Its what pain made
Its what pain made (ouha)
(Ouha)
(Ouha)