Letra de 2 Many - Tripstar

(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)

(FOREVEROLLING)

Woah

Yeah, used to sell all of the dope off the Motorola, you could tell I was focused

And we got too many pounds in the spot, ain't nowhere to walk, you gotta watch where you goin', woah

Yeah, shut the fuck up, get a four-hour flight, get it cheap 'cause I know where I'm goin'

I beat the pack, I done trapped me a leg and an arm, I keep the bomb like Saddam, yeah

Twenty-four hours, I'm workin' my sack, gotta sell every crumb

First of the month, workin' my wrist, gotta smoke me a hundred-fifty-dollar blunt

It's the first of the month, they gon' give me they script, they gon' give me the drank, they gon' give me the pills

Workin' the pot and I'm workin' the seal

Couple of months, I done made me a mil'

Woah, put it in sport, I hit the highway, I do like a hundred or somethin', woah

I met my connect in the middle of nowhere, he told me he got me for life outta nowhere

Whip, whippin' it, cookin' it, I got some dope on my watch

Automatic and standard the Glock

Da-dancin' on top of the work, do the Milly Rock, woah

I be tryna do right, but the streets, they be callin' me, bad bitches stalkin' me

I got Givenchy all over me, diamonds from Jewelry Unlimited, you know that's all over me, woah

Walk out the jewelry store, I got a pole

They callin' my phone, but they already gone

Just made an M, soon as it clear, I'm comin' right back for my nigga in the morn', woah

Yeah, used to sell all of the dope off the Motorola, you could tell I was focused

And we got too many pounds in the spot, ain't nowhere to walk, you gotta watch where you goin', woah

Shut the fuck up, get a four-hour flight, get it cheap 'cause I know where I'm goin'

I beat the pack, I done trapped me a leg and an arm, I keep a bomb like Saddam, yeah

Twenty-four hours, I'm workin' my sack, gotta sell every crumb

First of the month, workin' my wrist, gotta smoke me a hundred-fifty-dollar blunt

It's the first of the month, they gon' give me they script, they gon' give me the drank, they gon' give me the pills

Workin' the pot and I'm workin' the seal

Couple of months, I done made me a mil'

Woah, outta sight, outta mind, bro told me go get the Audemars

And I get too many bands, get another spot

Jump out the Urus, go get me another car

You shoppin' at Sears, I'm rockin' Gallery Dept

I made too many plays in them apartments

Ride in the long-sleeve, plenty choppers

I work the whole street, what's the problem?

I told 'em break it down, get it dollar for dollar

Gotta get all them pounds out the crate, need a dolly

I chuck up the five, they callin' me Charlie

I'm in the kitchen, you know that's my office

Yeah, do no talkin'

My young niggas, they do no talkin', they walkin', they walkin', woah

Glad they ain't got to my car, they told me slide in sport, woah

Yeah, used to sell all of the dope off the Motorola, you could tell I was focused

And we got too many pounds in the spot, ain't nowhere to walk, you gotta watch where you goin', woah

Shut the fuck up, get a four-hour flight, get it cheap 'cause I know where I'm goin'

I beat the pack, I done trapped me a leg and an arm, I keep a bomb like Saddam, yeah

Twenty-four hours, I'm workin' my sack, gotta sell every crumb

First of the month, workin' my wrist, gotta smoke me a hundred-fifty-dollar blunt

It's the first of the month, they gon' give me they script, they gon' give me the drank, they gon' give me the pills

Workin' the pot and I'm workin' the seal

Couple of months, I done made me a mil'

Woah

Yeah, couple of months, I done made me a mil'

'Fore the deal, I had a quarter mil', yeah, for real

Woah

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