I told my girl ima need me some Loui’ luggage
I keep it smooth like a player so she gon love it
Willin stunting in public
I called knew they was bluffin
If money ain’t the discussion
I’m sorry bruh keep it pushin
A qtr of 97 it take me right to the moon
She hate it when I be gon
I tell her I’m coming soon
Like 20 before noon
Have it all rolled up
We gon make money
It never control us
We never gon fold up
We got this here sewed up
Because them other niggas
Jumped in the cooler
They froze up
No socks in my vans
Cool breeze stand
We don’t talk about it
Because we already know the plan
The more money we make
The more we at risk
I had to run it up
Now it’s all on my wrist
I haven’t done enough
And that’s all in my head
I’m packin up my luggage
I’m gone I just left
The more money we make
The more we at risk
I had to run it up
Now it’s all on my wrist
I haven’t done enough
And that’s all in my head
I’m packin up my luggage
I’m gone I just left
I just had a dream I just hopped off a flight
Had my mans meet the plug
Now I’m feeling to right
I’m nice foreal
And my life is I’ll
Come catch a plane
With and you’ll see heights foreal
Word to my n***as
No I don’t fuck lame hoes
Win or lose
My n***a that’s how the game goes
They don’t know me they just like the way my chain glows
I know it’s a pot a gold
After that rainbow
Different level
Different vision
Whole new division
So pay attention
I’m really Pimpin
Never mention
Just do mission
You must be trippin
I’m on my toes
These n***as tried to catch me slipping
Yea yea
The more money we make
The more we at risk
I had to run it up
Now it’s all on my wrist
I haven’t done enough
And that’s all in my head
I’m packin up my luggage
I’m gone I just left
The more money we make
The more we at risk
I had to run it up
Now it’s all on my wrist
I haven’t done enough
And that’s all in my head
I’m packin up my luggage
I’m gone I just I just had a dream I just hopped off a flight
Had my mans meet the plug
Now I’m feeling to right
I’m nice foreal
And my life is I’ll
Come catch a plane
With and you’ll see heights foreal
Word to my n***as
No I don’t fuck lame hoes
Win or lose
My n***a that’s how the game goes
They don’t know me they just like the way my chain glows
I know it’s a pot a gold
After that rainbow
Different level
Different vision
Whole new division
So pay attention
I’m really Pimpin
Never mention
Just do mission
You must be trippin
I’m on my toes
These n***as tried to catch me slipping
Yea yea
The more money we make
The more we at risk
I had to run it up
Now it’s all on my wrist
I haven’t done enough
And that’s all in my head
I’m packin up my luggage
I’m gone I just left
The more money we make
The more we at risk
I had to run it up
Now it’s all on my wrist
I haven’t done enough
And that’s all in my head
I’m packin up my luggage
I’m gone I just left
More was written by Duvon Wiley.
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