7 Mile Bike Ride pt. 2
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Tired of all this motherfuckin' talkin' shit
You niggas know who really do this shit
Quit playin' with me
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Drop-top on a summer day
40K all cash
Lookin' out the window with his jet
I know time'll pass
I used to fuck with baby girl
But knew that it would never last
'Cause I be on some other shit
On a whole 'nother planet
Goin' through these documents
Shootin' like Stojakoviฤ
Stones with the paperwork
I'm just bein' optimistic
I'm just bein' confident
I just keep droppin' shit
I just keep coppin' shit
I ain't gotta pop my shit
Bouncin' like a trampoline
Hotter than some matches and some gasoline
Hotter than a mink in a thousand degrees
Summertime, packin' the heat
This shit can get crazy
Niggas better stay on feet
'Cause shit been changin'
Prices is higher, dollar is droppin'
I count it precisely, I need the profit
I'm feelin' like Malcolm, totin' the rifle
Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar
Let's get this money, nigga
We ain't doin' no lil' shit (Bike
Seven miles, then back to the dollar)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Niggas out here crashin' out over the months
Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar)
Nigga, what's your ROI, nigga? (Bike
Seven miles, then back to the dollar)
Shit gotta make sense, bitch (Bike
Seven miles, then back to the dollar)
Goddamn, uh
Good job
Ayy, ayy
Damn
Good job
Uh, ayy, ayy
Damn