CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Here On In
(808 Mafia)
F**k that
Dolo sh*t
Rolling piff
Floating in
Smoking in
Some sh*t they can't afford, but once they try shut the door on him
From here on in
We don't f**k with them
Phantoms and Cullinan
Them Ghosts for younger men
OG all Rollies
Half a million get you two umbrellas and a set of keys
But first, you must unlock your dreams
Allow yourself to imagine living with hella cheese
Skyscrapers, they built with G's
Like how the snow reshaped Miami skyline without the skis
Without the freeze
Sh*t was hot though, yes, indeed
My cellphone look like a brick
B*t*h, this 'Vette from 1986
Your old lady'll trip, we'll leave it at that
Act like she don't exist, but she'll meet me out back
SUV Maybach, I'm watching When Mars Attack
Ralph Lauren garments matching with my Starburst pack
To the big homie Young Dro, I tip my hat
Yeah, drop top, Snapple juice, pink watch, pink socks, pink Versace
Fruit loop, two-door coupe, super shoot it on the side, bodies dropping
Goyard, hundred grand in the bag, b*t*h bad, paid the Jag'
Ralph Lauren mascot, apricot, Polo down, peep the swag
Pull up beatin' this sh*t like a rock band
Tony Montana, I'm not playing
She wanna stay, but she not staying
They want a check, but I'm not paying
You got a Glock, but you not spraying
Keep it one thousand, you not grand
I snatch a bank out my opp hand
The Hellcat white, but the 'Bach tan
I be jumpin' in the Trackhawk
I be tearin' up the asphalt
F**k hearin' what a b*t*h said, I can only hear the cash talk
Hella guns like Rambo
Fishtailin' in the Lambo'
Really trappin' out the bando
Buyin' art, this a Van Gogh
And I got what your b*t*h need
Selling bricks off a ten-speed
And your broad give me long head, thought the b*t*h had six knees
Crank the trap up, sixty P's
All white girls, sixty B's
All blues in the neighborhood, got me rollin' this 60 weed
I'm killin' 'em certainly
Cartier vision, I'm dealing with currency
You n***as are irkin' me
I'm sippin' on Wock' and I'm doin' it purplely
Sniper, don't mean he have to shoot
Cutla** hearse look like Snapple juice
In that Maybach truck, got TV's in it, still watching Oprah, now that's a fool
Dro
Haha
You know how we get down, bro
No cap
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolo sh*t
Rolling piff
Floating in
Smoking in
Some sh*t they can't afford, but once they try shut the door on him
From here on in
We don't f**k with them
Phantoms and Cullinan
Them Ghosts for younger men
OG all Rollies
Half a million get you two umbrellas and a set of keys
But first, you must unlock your dreams
Allow yourself to imagine living with hella cheese
Skyscrapers, they built with G's
(808)
F**k that
Dolo sh*t
Rolling piff
Floating in
Smoking in
Some sh*t they can't afford, but once they try shut the door on him
From here on in
We don't f**k with them
Phantoms and Cullinan
Them Ghosts for younger men
OG all Rollies
Half a million get you two umbrellas and a set of keys
But first, you must unlock your dreams
Allow yourself to imagine living with hella cheese
Skyscrapers, they built with G's
Like how the snow reshaped Miami skyline without the skis
Without the freeze
Sh*t was hot though, yes, indeed
My cellphone look like a brick
B*t*h, this 'Vette from 1986
Your old lady'll trip, we'll leave it at that
Act like she don't exist, but she'll meet me out back
SUV Maybach, I'm watching When Mars Attack
Ralph Lauren garments matching with my Starburst pack
To the big homie Young Dro, I tip my hat
Yeah, drop top, Snapple juice, pink watch, pink socks, pink Versace
Fruit loop, two-door coupe, super shoot it on the side, bodies dropping
Goyard, hundred grand in the bag, b*t*h bad, paid the Jag'
Ralph Lauren mascot, apricot, Polo down, peep the swag
Pull up beatin' this sh*t like a rock band
Tony Montana, I'm not playing
She wanna stay, but she not staying
They want a check, but I'm not paying
You got a Glock, but you not spraying
Keep it one thousand, you not grand
I snatch a bank out my opp hand
The Hellcat white, but the 'Bach tan
I be jumpin' in the Trackhawk
I be tearin' up the asphalt
F**k hearin' what a b*t*h said, I can only hear the cash talk
Hella guns like Rambo
Fishtailin' in the Lambo'
Really trappin' out the bando
Buyin' art, this a Van Gogh
And I got what your b*t*h need
Selling bricks off a ten-speed
And your broad give me long head, thought the b*t*h had six knees
Crank the trap up, sixty P's
All white girls, sixty B's
All blues in the neighborhood, got me rollin' this 60 weed
I'm killin' 'em certainly
Cartier vision, I'm dealing with currency
You n***as are irkin' me
I'm sippin' on Wock' and I'm doin' it purplely
Sniper, don't mean he have to shoot
Cutla** hearse look like Snapple juice
In that Maybach truck, got TV's in it, still watching Oprah, now that's a fool
Dro
Haha
You know how we get down, bro
No cap
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolo sh*t
Rolling piff
Floating in
Smoking in
Some sh*t they can't afford, but once they try shut the door on him
From here on in
We don't f**k with them
Phantoms and Cullinan
Them Ghosts for younger men
OG all Rollies
Half a million get you two umbrellas and a set of keys
But first, you must unlock your dreams
Allow yourself to imagine living with hella cheese
Skyscrapers, they built with G's
(808)
