DJ Rell - Hard in the Paint lyrics
[DJ Rell - Hard in the Paint lyrics]
Ain't nothing changed
But the 'rarri, the Lambo, the Bentley
The Maybach, the Phantom, the Aston
The Spyker the Seven Trey, the seven
Deuce, the seven one, the seven fours
I go hard in the mothafuckin' paint, nigga
Touch eight figures, stuff it
In the bank, nigga, uh
Order twenty bottles of the Rozay
Fuck first week, bitch, I ordered Moët
To these niggas, I'm a mothafuckin' problem
Hang with the Bloods, all the Crips
All the robbers
See Gucci, that's my mothafuckin' nigga
Twenty racks on it, bitch
You fuckin' with a killer
I can't hang with no pussy ass nigga
Thousand carats in the chain
Quarter milli for it, nigga
You think I give a fuck
What other niggas think?
Make another million every time a nigga blink
I'm rollin' up the purple
And I'm sippIN' pink
Champagne drown a bitch until she gotta pee
She only get to ride unless she keep it wet
You lookin' at a gangsta in disguise
You just ain't seen it yet
Call up bee's and Beevis
'cause she butt heads she know I'm busy
I don't need nothin' but head
And I'm payin' top dollar
Chain so big, can't pop my collar
Pop one pill, make a nigga spend a grand
Pop two pills, make a nigga wanna dance
Pop my trunk, pop me a nigga
Just last night, I had a dream I shot me a
Pop my trunk, I'mma pop me a
Just last night
I had a dream I shot me a nigga