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Call The Promoters
Dave East, Buda & Grandz, Dj Drama
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Back out the trucks, park up the foreigns
I'm trying to stay low
I don't give no fucks, I came for the bucks
Got money to blow
I was just stuck, just trying to get up
Until I was broke
When it come to family, shit I had the least
Now I got the most
Tell the promoters we 'boutta pull up
Just bring out my cash (bring out my money)
You was on Instagram talking crazy
Now we on yo ass
All I know is go real fast
Hoping I never crash
Where was these niggas at
I was strapped down on my last
Bring out the hundreds tonight
The 50s could leave at the crib (leave at the crib)
Take all the 20s, 10s
I give them shits all to my kids (give to my daughters)
I was the nigga that tried to show love
When y'all just hating (y'all niggas was hating)
I look at them now, not doing too well
It is what it is
Jump out a rover, if I get pulled over
I don't got no license
I done got back in with Buda and Grandz
We might get indicted
Nothing but crack and paraphernalia
That's all of my cypher
These nigga don't write it like I write it
Never had nobody write it, I get just excited
Pouring out my thoughts money not good
Till it's in the vault, this was the case
Nobody saw, if we get snatched
Nobody talk (shut the fuck up)
If we get snatched, nobody talk
This was the case nobody saw
Back out the trucks and park up the foriegns
I'm trying to stay low (back all the trucks out)
I don't give no fucks, I came for the bucks
Got money to blow (all I want is money nigga)
I was just stuck, just trying to get up
Could tell I was broke (you could see it)
When it come to family, shit I had the least
Now I got the most
Tell the promoters we 'boutta pull up
Just bring out my cash (we' bout to pull up)
You was on Instagram talking crazy
Now we on yo ass (we on yo top)
All I know is go real fast
Hoping I never crash (real fast, real fast)
Where was these niggas at
I was strapped down on my last
I keep my youngin away from the drama
I know he'll squeeze (I know he'll blast)
I told the people about my survivor
Then went overseas (I went overseas)
I was a juvenile when they put out 400 degrees
I fucked up a schedule 'cause after we fuck
She ain't wanna leave
Back on my bullshit nothing but pain
The way that I started (way that I started)
My draws from Saks, sneakers from Louis
My tees from target
Hussle always told me run a lap
Now a nigga just jogging (niggas just cruising)
Could've opened up a store anywhere
I got it in Harlem
Entrepreneur these niggas be acting like
They don't want money
See opportunity as soon as you get it
They look at you funny
Some of the best shit I ever learned
I got from a junkie
Most of them same hoes used to curve me
Now them bitches want me
Back up the trucks and park up the foreigns
Don't want them to see me
I done came up, they hate on my light
But they want to be me
I holla at Maza to make sure that the diamonds
Is nothing but Fiji (Auga)
Why is you mad at Mario?
You ain't built to be Luigi
Back out the trucks and park up the foriegns
I'm trying to stay low
I don't give no fucks, I came for the bucks
Got money to blow
I was just stuck, just trying to get up
Could tell I was broke
When it come to family, shit I had the least
Now I got the most
Tell the promoters we 'boutta pull up
Just bring out my cash (bring out my money)
You was on Instagram talking crazy
Now we on yo ass
All I know is go real fast
Hoping I never crash
Where was these niggas at
I was strapped down on my last