DJ Rell - Hard in the Paint lyrics

Shout out to all my real niggas who run wild
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