Sidëwayz

Whole lotta shit ain't funny I get a whole lotta money (yeah) Whole lotta shit I ain't with (yeah) Wholе lotta people been running (yeah) I gotta call up my bitch I told my bitch I'm a junkiе (Off the boot up) I'm a junkie that get me some money (yeah) I'm a junkie when it come to that money (yeah) Yeah I took the z65 by the crib i8 in it (yeah) i need the GLE AMG 43 yeah With a supercharged engine (yeah) Bitch tell me, what do you do? (What?) I need some top in that coupe (Let's go) Some twizzys red and some blue (yeah) Balenci the shoe (yeah, Balenci) Bitch, I converse with the gods My bitch a nine out of ten and she ate When you living like this and you rich It feel great i won’t ever change Man it's staying that way We just took the top off the coupe, sideways Don’t really get what I do, so at first They gon’ hate I’m the one who had started this shit I’m the one took the top off the bitch Said goodbye, cut off my bitch (yeah) I can’t conversate with no snitch (yeah) Everything got taller for a dollar All your shit got smaller Your bitch give me brain like a scholar Bitch, I got Wock' in the baby bottle Feel like a toddler (yeah) Bitch, I can’t give you no help or assist You not a baller (yeah) I keep the drugs in the middle (yeah) I keep the racks at the top (yeah) These kids, they gon' snitch through a little I keep this shit solid like my name was Rock You get what you got, what you put in it When it come to the work, I'ma put it in When it come to the twat, I'ma put it in It's been a long time, what you putting in? (yeah) You get what you got, what you put in it Fuck all that bullshit, no, I’m not doing it Whole lotta racks on me, yeah I’ve been cooling bitch I’m finna change my name to a cooling kit (Lukovic got beats) All my money got fatter (yeah) Racks, way too tall (yeah) Racks, way too tall (yeah) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Racks, way too fat (yeah) Racks, way too fat (yeah) I went and got me baguettes (yeah, yeah yeah) I went and copped me the ‘Vette (yeah) Went in Chanel with a twenty band And I left with a whole lotta bags (yeah) Label been calling my ass Label been watching my ass (yeah) I got a whole lotta racks (yeah) Told ‘em I’m gon’ have to pass --- Sidëwayz - Yeat