Ace Hood, Chinx, Vado and 2 Chainz - You Already
No top when I roll nigga (you already)
Crib down payment when I throw it nigga
(you already)
Had your shot, probably blow it nigga
(you already)
Young rich niggas from the East side
My young niggas down to trip nowadays
Keep 40 on the wrist nowadays
Somebody should’ve told you that if
You love your bitch
Then you best keep that bitch out my way
Dude living in blue ribbons
Lamping with 2 women
Handsome jewels dripping
Phantom coupe sitting
Gold timing, ill, and crew shitting
Old diamonds still dancing, new edition
You already, seats be all cherry
Winter spring lean
Cause some of you fall deadly
Fresh prince with Bel-Air before Geoffrey
Zoning, the We The Best headphones on heavy
I’m too hot, it’s that boom bap
Doug E Fresh at the rooftop
Don’t be fresh get your roof popped
I’m next that’s whose spot on
Necks and tube socks
No top when I roll nigga (you already)
Crib down payment when I throw it nigga
(you already)
Had your shot, probably blow it nigga
(you already)
Young rich niggas from the East side
By 12, I’m on one two just came through
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
Never sevens and eights
Just nines and dime pieces
You know me, I’m always representing
All this horsepower is purring like a kitten
Always authentic, the windows is all tinted
More bars than San Quentin
On boats with tan women
Flip that shit like Vado
Lift the car door, pistol in console
Jewelry is all gold, bitches is all sold
They looked at my shoes like "Mister
What are those?"
This that Trap-A-Velli shit
'Lo boots, smoking out in the telly
We was rocking RL, We The Best too
I’m allergic to broke niggas, how about chu
No top when I roll nigga (you already)
Crib down payment when I throw it nigga
(you already)
Had your shot, probably blow it nigga
(you already)
Young rich niggas from the East side
By 12, I’m on one two just came through
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
Never sevens and eights
Just nines and dime pieces
Okay it’s mister do it bigger and better
Them niggas jealous money is the fetish
It’s hustle in my genetics
Supercede your levels I run it in Margiela's
Haters see who run it
We made our way out the cellars
More money is more problems is more better
More choppers and more cars, the pallbearers
Fuck niggas, I’m still the illest in our era
All white coupes, Christina Aguilera
You already, 5 chains, my neck heavy
Bad bitches
They light skinned and tanned ready
Prolly in a mansion, I’m counting it
Watching Belly now I’m the foreign I used
To just want a Chevy
No top when I roll nigga (you already)
Crib down payment when I throw it nigga
(you already)
Had your shot, probably blow it nigga
(you already)
Young rich niggas from the East side
By 12, I’m on one two just came through
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
Never sevens and eights
Just nines and dime pieces
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