Intro:
(We need you Victor)
Hook:
Money got big my feet up
Hop in a whip two seater
Kicking this shit like FIFA
Youngboy Lane fever
This is that shit, that finna go blow
Up all night, locked in the stu
Tell me what's right, what do I do?
Up all night, counting them blues
Verse 1:
Loving that club life out for the night
Filling my cup with that feeling is right
Talking that shit like you wanna fight
Hold my beer, you feel this might
You know, that I know, it's alright
People fear what they don't like
L-a-n to the e, L-a-n to the e
They wanna be like, they wanna be like
They wanna be like me
Stealing my swag, stealing my sauce
Pockets get big call it Rick Ross
I'm in the cut, I feel like a boss
Copping a win, I never take loss
Give me a minute, I feel like a villain
I'm feeling, that feeling i’ll blow up
Give me a second, I pop in the cut with yo bitch
I'm finna pour up
Too many times that i'm feeling this way
I had to get up and find an escape
I had to swerve in a whole new lane
Look at my life and the finer things
Bridge:
Whoa, yeah
Uh huh yeah okay
Verse 2:
Why you gotta be a little bitch?
Why you gotta be a little ho?
Shut the fuck up, get out the way
I gotta get to this dough
Bet on myself, I double my wealth
Built like heaven, you look like hell
Who finna win? Time will tell
I gotta break out of my shell, huh
Fucking that bitch and i'm fucking her friend
We getting huh, three way
Taking my time, I swerve in the road
We racing on that freeway
Talking that shit, I stomp on your face
Feel like a god, Mr. Lane
Suck on my cock, you love to hate
Oh my god, I feel like a stain
Yeah, yeah
I can't help but keep it real
This a song you gotta feel
Close your eyes and hear the real
Oh, I’ma keep it real
This a song you gotta feel
Close your eyes and hear the real