作曲:Deandre Way,Cortez Oates
作词:Deandre Way,Cortez Oates
Yeah pour a four inside the faygo
Hold on yeah we can't that **
Hey I say pour a four inside the faygo
I'm a real soldier boy you know I keep a draco
I'm the type to play bro them poor ** ** stay broke
Pop a pill and do the money dance I'm geek like fabo
My little ** bump down spray it with pingo tomato
Yeah them white t shirts go for fifteen
That's that bird talk
I leave the booth and go and catch a jew then I spurt out
I'm a soldier boy might ** around and hold on
I'm a soldier boy might ** around and do the bird walk
My diamonds dirty dancing doing the crank that
** tryna act all gangster ** boy you ain't that
I woke up looking for my cup like hold up hold on
I woke up looking for my cup like what the ** my drink is
Big sauce yeah ** sorry **
I'm in the lambo flying down I twenty
I got that rubber band
My young ** they riding round with choppers like afghanistan
I got perc pound bricks lean I got kips damn
Dreaming magic city with a hundred bands
Doing the money thing okay
We gon' spend on ** like selling fan
Then get back again like the top but any ** that scream
All that crowd route that's what you doing ** you can kick
Shake that fat ** chain till your jewel got you looking cheap
** that's a fact the other side broke as **
They can't go rat for rat
You ain't never step on ** you can't go half a half
That ** cheap don't cost a beat for me to get you smacked
Yeah and the game over move them lanes over
** your ** last night she had a hangover
And I ** soda pull up in the maybach
I'm driving the range rover whoa whoa whoa
Oh that ** so cold