Lyrics

[Intro] Bank filled to the brim, spilt on my rims Windshield to the wind, cup of gin to the chin Jewels on my limbs, do not attempt Reach and I teach you, stay at arms-length [Verse] Bank filled to the brim, spilt on my rims Windshield to the wind, cup of gin to the chin Jewels on my limbs, do not attempt Reach and I teach you, stay at arms-length Streets so gray, sky stone gray "Where the bitches?", let's see what the iPhone say Money won't stop and time won't stay Broke muhfuckas say crime don't pay I hide no face, still find no trace A rap since I put that fire on that lace Hostile since coke in the nostril Skinny as pasta with a big ol' Mossberg Maybach machine, all you hear is cha-ching Never flew what I flown, all you seen was the wing All black up from the shoes to the ring Includin' the mink, I am as rude as you think Back on the turf like I never left the nerf Feel sorry for my mother, should've never had the birth I never had a gift, damn sure had a curse Now who next to climb out the back of that hearse? [Outro] Yea, you already know Gunplay Don Adolf, Logan Hail Logan ha-ha-ha-ha