The whip got no keys
I got the money
Is what I please
Imma go and catch a body
If I have to cause' they mess with a broadie
It's designer on the tee
And it's designer on the toe
Forgiatos on the whip
It's some shit you already know
Late nights, I've been recording
I dream of the life I've always been calling
Eyes red, I get no sleep
A hunnid like me, and I gotta make it
(Yeah, yeah)
I feel the pressure, i put on designer, so i look fresher
(Ah no)
Can't let em get in
Can't let anybody stick to my drip
The perc kicking in
And I'm feeling numb
I only hear melodies
Hi hats and kicks, whole lotta drums
I put on to the mic
23 on my back, I'm feeling like Mike
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm spitting no cap
Going through a lot
I'm trynna be clear as the water I'm drippin no cap on my rap
Who got my back
Now who got my back, now?
Take a look at my life
I'm living hella right
I just came back from Miami
But I took another flight
You may say I'm crazy
But I'm not fugazi
I ball on the court
And I drive in I pull up like Tracy McGrady
I'm good and I'm shady
Mixed personalities, but I be lazy
(Oh God)
If I have shooters
I'm shootin wit them
Cause' they be where I'm from
I cannot lie
I ride til' I die
I ride til' I die
The whip got no keys
I got the money
Is what I please
Imma go and catch a body
If I have to cause' they mess with a broadie
It's designer on the tee
And it's designer on the toe
Forgiatos on the whip
It's some shit you already know
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The whip got no keys
I got the money
Is what I please
Imma go and catch a body
If I have to cause' they mess with a broadie
It's designer on the tee
And it's designer on the toe
Forgiatos on the whip
It's some shit you already know
Late nights, I've been recording
I dream of the life I've always been calling
Eyes red, I get no sleep
A hunnid like me, and I gotta make it
(Yeah, yeah)
I feel the pressure, i put on designer, so i look fresher
(Ah no)
Can't let em get in
Can't let anybody stick to my drip
The perc kicking in
And I'm feeling numb
I only hear melodies
Hi hats and kicks, whole lotta drums
I put on to the mic
23 on my back, I'm feeling like Mike
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm spitting no cap
Going through a lot
I'm trynna be clear as the water I'm drippin no cap on my rap
Who got my back
Now who got my back, now?
Take a look at my life
I'm living hella right
I just came back from Miami
But I took another flight
You may say I'm crazy
But I'm not fugazi
I ball on the court
And I drive in I pull up like Tracy McGrady
I'm good and I'm shady
Mixed personalities, but I be lazy
(Oh God)
If I have shooters
I'm shootin wit them
Cause' they be where I'm from
I cannot lie
I ride til' I die
I ride til' I die
The whip got no keys
I got the money
Is what I please
Imma go and catch a body
If I have to cause' they mess with a broadie
It's designer on the tee
And it's designer on the toe
Forgiatos on the whip
It's some shit you already know
I got the money
Is what I please
Imma go and catch a body
If I have to cause' they mess with a broadie
It's designer on the tee
And it's designer on the toe
Forgiatos on the whip
It's some shit you already know
Late nights, I've been recording
I dream of the life I've always been calling
Eyes red, I get no sleep
A hunnid like me, and I gotta make it
(Yeah, yeah)
I feel the pressure, i put on designer, so i look fresher
(Ah no)
Can't let em get in
Can't let anybody stick to my drip
The perc kicking in
And I'm feeling numb
I only hear melodies
Hi hats and kicks, whole lotta drums
I put on to the mic
23 on my back, I'm feeling like Mike
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm spitting no cap
Going through a lot
I'm trynna be clear as the water I'm drippin no cap on my rap
Who got my back
Now who got my back, now?
Take a look at my life
I'm living hella right
I just came back from Miami
But I took another flight
You may say I'm crazy
But I'm not fugazi
I ball on the court
And I drive in I pull up like Tracy McGrady
I'm good and I'm shady
Mixed personalities, but I be lazy
(Oh God)
If I have shooters
I'm shootin wit them
Cause' they be where I'm from
I cannot lie
I ride til' I die
I ride til' I die
The whip got no keys
I got the money
Is what I please
Imma go and catch a body
If I have to cause' they mess with a broadie
It's designer on the tee
And it's designer on the toe
Forgiatos on the whip
It's some shit you already know
Writer: Alvaro Gonzalez
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