. yeah we're changing he weather
They say with the top I got my .
A cool . when you see us together
I'm still spinnin if the time is forever
DJ spin f*ck nigga
1500 for some Masion Margielas
FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella,
You started making million now they think you worship the devil,
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother
So use to struggle when you come from the gutta,
I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta,
You keep it quiet and they think you the devil,
25 thousand on some Masion Margielas!
We go to magic and we go to magic and we changing
The weather, sleep with the chopper, I got on all my bezzils,
A cool billion when you see us together,
I'm still spending, it's designer forever, I went to Mexico.
And fucked up some change,
That shit ain't nothing to me, I fucked up the game,
They got my finger prints it's no one to blame,
My family depend on me, I'm slanging cocaine,
I called the plug and I went straight to the pot,
I did a dounut when I left out the lot,
I'm in Margielas that ain't I rock,
I'm blowing money, I ain't never gone stop
1500 for some Masion Margielas
FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella,
You started making million now they think you worship the devil,
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother
So you to struggle when you come from the gutta,
I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta,
You keep it quiet and they think you the devil,
I'm clean, fresh as hell,
Put em all together I'm Larry byrd, Kobe, MJ,
I'ma ball forever and the way a nigga hustle,
It's like I got a vendetta, it's so many shooters in my circle,
They ready to get cream, I gotta let fly off,
Got that baking soda, you use to let it fly off and go
And shoot up a house, I burn the tores off the whip,
I'm at the gate letting it snart, with all these diamonds on my wrist
And I am swagging them out it,
Ain't enough amount of money to make me change whe I'm from,
I take a half a fucking pound and turn it right in my lungs,
I'm moving on and nothing but Louie Vuiton, sippin that main train.
Like it's Don Pierre awn, Future
1500 for some Masion Margielas
FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella,
You started making million now they think you worship the devil,
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother
So use to struggle when you come from the gutta,
I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta,
You keep it quiet and they think you the devil,
25 thousand on some Masion Margielas!
We go to magic and we go to magic and we changing
Writer(s): Gary Rafael Hill
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