Letra de 7-11 - Travis Thompson

(Feat. Juicy J)

Oh, yeah

A rich man's world

I have turned the storm of this beautiful land

But there come a time in the life of every man where work is not enough

Even if it's just—

(Tyler might've did somethin')

Used to take the Chevy to the 7-Eleven, huh, huh

Head up on a swivel, it's a issue any second

Had the pep up in my step, my mama said I'm special, ayy, ayy

Never ever let a motherfucker play me peasant, yeah

I got new accounts in this bitch (Yeah), look who you allowed in this bitch (Ayy)

Boulevard boys with the gold teeth and the parolees, yeah, watch the rowdy lil' ticket

Ain't no one scarin' us (No), pulled up in foreign lil' chariots (Skrrt)

Homie done brought us our variants, and he got all of them Bank of Americas (Ha, ooh, whee)

I like quick money and aloe water (Yeah), opposition playin' sabotagin'

Good head and shallow daughters (Hey), yeah, good weed put me out of body (Yeah, yeah)

These boots is made for walkin' (Haha), corners meant for bendin' (Yeah)

Can't relate, then why you talkin'? (Why?) Shouldn't even have to mention, yeah, uh

We the kids you stay away from

Try to name a trait that's in me fake, bet you can't name one

of my plays from uno day, yeah, I been A1

Now I'm tryna live how a broke boy like it's day none (Wow), huh

Fuck it up, run it up, y'all in my lane? Then buckle up

Yeah, you ain't never seen a lil' Navajo with a hundred thousand in a duffle, huh?

He ain't mad about it, bitch, suck it up

In the buildin', what the fuck is up?

Yeah, I sold the Chevy, now I'm gettin' petty

Been forgettin' what the humble was, ha

Used to take the Chevy to the 7-Eleven, huh, huh (7-Eleven)

Head up on a swivel, it's a issue any second (Mm-hmm)

Had the pep up in my step, my mama said I'm special, ayy, ayy (Ayy)

Never ever let a motherfucker play me peasant, yeah

Yeah, you know what the fuck it is, them boulevard boys comin' through

Makin' your bitch choose a side once, but twice in this motherfucker

Yeah (Shut the fuck up)

Juicy J

I be on that boulevard boy shit, might fuck around and take your bitch (Mm-hmm)

But I heard the ho was toxic, so I might not take the risk (Ha)

Came up out the gutter, but I knew one day I was gon' be rich (Ching-ching)

At the store with my big brother, spent the dollar, fifty cent (Cash)

Used to take the bus but now I'm in the Bentley with this stick (Bah)

Ain't have twenty bucks, now my pinky twenty, bitch, I'm rich (Rich)

I ain't have a papa, now I got a chef to whip it, whip it

Used to play sports, now I ball, no ref, I'm official (Uh-huh)

This is how you tickle a rich bitch, Gucci, Gucci

Hundred racks or better or don't even try to pursue me

Say the want the old me but bitches wanna fuck on the new me

Spent so much money in Louis, I walked in and they knew me (I'm just sayin')

I came up from nothin', that was nothin', man, I won for nothin'

Came up off of hustlin' and guess what? I ain't even touch 'em

I heard weed was legal, I said, "Fuck it, let me grow a couple"

I just made another couple million that I'm 'bout to double

Used to take the Chevy to the 7-Eleven, huh, huh (7-Eleven)

Head up on a swivel, it's a issue any second (Mm-hmm)

Had the pep up in my step, my mama said I'm special, ayy, ayy (Ayy)

Never ever let a motherfucker play me peasant, yeah

Yeah, man

Real hustlers in this motherfucker, man (—On some shit, goddamn)

Y'all know who it is (Them Ambaum boys on some shit, goddamn)

I came from that block, man (Them Ambaum boys on some shit, goddamn)

Now we own the banks (Them Ambaum boys on some shit, goddamn)

(Them Ambaum boys on some shit, goddamn)

(Them Ambaum boys, boys, boys, boys)

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