CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The Intro
(David Wesson)
Yeah
Feel good to be back
Life good, I can't complain
Left for two years, came back, sh*t ain't the same
Yesterday I wore rose gold, this ain't the same
This one 40K out the box, I left it plain
I been on some low-key sh*t, stayin' out the way
This summer, we gon' see who was playin' and who done saved
I get money sittin' on my ass, I got it made
Get a n***a whole house cleaned up, I got a maid
I been grindin' two-four-seven all around the clock
The only thing a n***a take for granted is the countertop
Stainless steel ovеn, internet inside thе fridge
Smilin' ear-to-ear 'cause I done stacked a half a mil', n***a
They like, "P changed up, he on some ho sh*t"
This ain't 2012, you want that, go buy my old sh*t
'Member when I caught the bus to school back in '06
Caught the bus down to the V and it's been on since
Talkin' to my n***a from DC like, "What you on, slim?"
Talkin' to your ho like she ain't nothin', "What you want, b*t*h?"
Ain't nobody never fronted me, I bought my own sh*t
Thousand-dollar sweater, mama say I ain't got no sense
Yeah, keep workin' and never settle
In the fast lane, Louis sneakers on the pedal
f**k a Hellcat, I'm in a Demon like the devil
Tryna hide an M under my dog house, I need a shovel
They say it ain't trickin' if you got it, huh?
I say I ain't let you b*t*hes trick me out a dollar, huh
Gucci polo on with the red and green collar, huh
Had to middleman a brick to make a thousand dollars, huh
I just spoke an M into existence, I'm a prophet, huh
Need to hit the gym 'cause I got pounds all in the closet, huh
Tryna parallel park a Lambo' on Collins, huh
Swiped the Escalade and I f**ked up my whole deposit, huh
Laughin' to the bank, my old lady say I'm childish, huh
Walked up out that b*t*h with fifty thousand like I robbed it, huh
Thirty pints of red at my side ho apartment, huh
Thirty to my lawyer, made them b*t*hes drop the charges, huh
I can't tell the time on my watch, this b*t*h retarded, huh
I can't even work a nine-to-five 'cause I'm a mobster, huh
Counted 60K in small bills, I'm exhausted, huh
Ask me how it feel to be rich, this sh*t awesome, huh
(Ask me how it feel to be rich, this sh*t awesome, huh)
Feel good to be back
Back in the lab, back on my feet, you know
Back to my motherf**kin' family, you dig?
Ayy, Dave, let the beat ride out, my n***a
Yeah
Feel good to be back
Life good, I can't complain
Left for two years, came back, sh*t ain't the same
Yesterday I wore rose gold, this ain't the same
This one 40K out the box, I left it plain
I been on some low-key sh*t, stayin' out the way
This summer, we gon' see who was playin' and who done saved
I get money sittin' on my ass, I got it made
Get a n***a whole house cleaned up, I got a maid
I been grindin' two-four-seven all around the clock
The only thing a n***a take for granted is the countertop
Stainless steel ovеn, internet inside thе fridge
Smilin' ear-to-ear 'cause I done stacked a half a mil', n***a
They like, "P changed up, he on some ho sh*t"
This ain't 2012, you want that, go buy my old sh*t
'Member when I caught the bus to school back in '06
Caught the bus down to the V and it's been on since
Talkin' to my n***a from DC like, "What you on, slim?"
Talkin' to your ho like she ain't nothin', "What you want, b*t*h?"
Ain't nobody never fronted me, I bought my own sh*t
Thousand-dollar sweater, mama say I ain't got no sense
Yeah, keep workin' and never settle
In the fast lane, Louis sneakers on the pedal
f**k a Hellcat, I'm in a Demon like the devil
Tryna hide an M under my dog house, I need a shovel
They say it ain't trickin' if you got it, huh?
I say I ain't let you b*t*hes trick me out a dollar, huh
Gucci polo on with the red and green collar, huh
Had to middleman a brick to make a thousand dollars, huh
I just spoke an M into existence, I'm a prophet, huh
Need to hit the gym 'cause I got pounds all in the closet, huh
Tryna parallel park a Lambo' on Collins, huh
Swiped the Escalade and I f**ked up my whole deposit, huh
Laughin' to the bank, my old lady say I'm childish, huh
Walked up out that b*t*h with fifty thousand like I robbed it, huh
Thirty pints of red at my side ho apartment, huh
Thirty to my lawyer, made them b*t*hes drop the charges, huh
I can't tell the time on my watch, this b*t*h retarded, huh
I can't even work a nine-to-five 'cause I'm a mobster, huh
Counted 60K in small bills, I'm exhausted, huh
Ask me how it feel to be rich, this sh*t awesome, huh
(Ask me how it feel to be rich, this sh*t awesome, huh)
Feel good to be back
Back in the lab, back on my feet, you know
Back to my motherf**kin' family, you dig?
Ayy, Dave, let the beat ride out, my n***a
