Mothership

Lyrics

[Hook: Le$] Hustling, balling, pimping in my futuristic ride Got them diamonds on my wrist and got them 'saces on my eyes I'm floating up to outer space I'm in that mothership, reclined I'm on the dark side of the moon I hope I make it out alive You damn right [Verse 1: Le$] Bright lights, big city Staying clean like Rawsteen[??] But I never simp over a bitch, my pimp hand is so mean This your dream, this my life Them short days and them long nights I hit a broad with that long pipe And hit a hater with a strong right You trill? I'm triller Say you ill but mine's iller Buick crawl like a caterpillar Better ask your ho, I'm that nigga Young don, come strong Rockefeller like a young Sean Pop the trunk and I pop the pump Forgive me lord, I done done wrong I'm keeping it player, these niggas don't live by the code I stand as a man and I promise I'm never gon' fold It's hot in the streets and it's making a nigga so cold Was raised by the g's and I'm practicing what I was told Look at the grind, look at the shine There ain't another that you gonna find Think about yours, don't worry about mine I'm giving the game, this just ain't a rhyme See them recline, puffing a black Roll with the strap, prepare for the jack Told you them verses is something like crack Shellshocked, don't make me react, nigga [Hook] [Verse 2: Le$] Staying blazed, getting paid Eyes low behind 'sace shades L-E-Dollar y'all know the name But I want the money, fuck the fame Fuck your dame and I send her home Bitch smell like my cologne That [?] nigga, young pretty nigga I hear you talking but miss me, nigga 84's on poke out, sipping, blowing that smoke out Potent flow that get you high I stay spitting that dope out Ask your ho, she know about it The way a young nigga put it down I'm coming up and you talking down You see them diamonds they make you blind That digital dash, I'm in that mothership You see me tipping, never tripping off that other shit That trunk up, swanging turning that funk up Yella rolling that blunt up, and now we lighting that skunk up We blown, on chrome, can't leave the game alone My hat tippin, my wrist lit you see i'm in my zone That wood gripping, she on dick, your bitch just wanna bone I been a king and I do my thing in my alligator throne Nigga! [Verse 2: Bun B] Big Bun B, that trill OG That gangster nigga, etcetera I'm sitting back in my Cadillac Up the boulevard I'm headed bruh I'm g'd up to the letter bruh And that letter go by the letter P Now add 3 more then add your ho Don't get my dough, she better be My style, my swag my pedigree My strap my [?] I'm fitted up Candy car, my cup of barre My chrome lady I set her up On 84's, my pretty fo's, my leather seats, all touch and stitch My dick is wet, her pussy's stretched So I guess you know I fucked your bitch Nothing left for me to do But send her back from where she came Don't know her number, or her name Yeah in the south, we call it game I run my mouth, like it's the hundred If it's out here to do, big Bun'd done it And my thang is tight, all through the night Tell the trick go home man, the sun is coming You might be too young to understand it Too green to comprehend it No matter how I explain it or send it So stop it with the pretending And slow up with that other shit I'm Captain Kirk, let's put in work Girl climb up in this mothership, let's go