Girlies galore, BIG on the door Chrome trimming with the smoke tint Givin' chumps a hit as I count my mint Stacks of doves, half my mans is C-note All
sneak in A couple words and like peaches and herb We'll be reunited and it feels so hood Have the whole world saying, "How you still so good?" Well,
him in his eyes before I passed this note I betta not leave here with a motherfuckin' case Chorus x 4 [c-murder] You know what I'm sayin, free motherfuckers Feel good
trade darts TL, slight tint DL, quick flash Smooth as a baby's ass, lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, C-notes
me right from wrong She knew every single note and every word in every song She taught me how to gamble and how to roll the dice If it makes you feel good
Song, song, song, song, song C'mon C'mon C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon I got my peeps standing with me at the bar doing shots 'Cause now we're so fucking
G and the Twinz and my girls Five Footaz Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel
to the point when I was either with her or my crew So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her,
Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her
buy something you want some C notes You think you outta quit your job and come and work for me So you can sit on your ass and get paid for free So if
Chorus] we hear em talking dine but we still on the grind crawlin' slow tippin' dine but we do it for h-town we back up on the rise feeling good feeling
they can get rich quickly Now this is heresy, false, it's not true 2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and verse 2 Read that and please believe that Forget a c-note
this nigga from the Chi' Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin' My nigga Kels, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin' Get out your good dishes
9 o'clock class feels like five Asleep at three, so sleep deprived Stat-60 satisfies 2C The math GER, not the one for me The Central Limit Theorem? Speak
hill), Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel Nigga, how you feel? (Nigga, how you feel?) I feel so trill (I feel so trill) Might pop
just don't get it They got no talent so they hide behind the gilnick and rcok with it It's a shame, but who's to blame. I got a C note brain, steel veins
imma leave on one more note One more motherfuckin note Its like this?.. Look at him (Drake): I aint been here in a minute Cut the lights off I feel