Earlly Mac, Iman Europe, Sango - MearlGo 10 lyrics
[Earlly Mac, Iman Europe, Sango - MearlGo 10 lyrics]
Wanna be me, wanna beat me
My fault I made it look easy
My nigga ain't a trick but he treat me
Gucci frames on my face just to please, me
Give me what I want so I'm yours now
Stingy, I ain't got enough to go round
Bentley open up the door now
Switch up the lane while I
Switch up the flow now
Uh uh, gold in the safe
Got gold on my face, got gold on my wrist
(wrist, wrist) if I ain't paid and if I
Ain't great then baby what's this?
Simon said I have somewhere to get
Ran the play, then I caught the assist
God's plan, he take credit for this
He been molding me for it, I'm ready for this
Ripped CD to MP3 every boy want to be in PC
I don't love him right now no Kiki
Gotta call three times just to reach me
If he with me then he need me
If he with me then he freaky
Now his friends know my thang real leaky
Now my name is shit creepy he a big boy
I'm a big toy that's nerf gun
Body hit's boy might hurt some
If he throw a little cash might twerk some
Watch this boy might put in online DVD
XXX keep mine on repeat
When you really want to stunt come see me
Put the queen in the front
When you greet me bitch
Oooh Ahhh Ooh Ahhh ooh Ahhh Ooh Ahhh
Want to get change, gotta make change
Got a code word, got a nickname
It's a cold world cuz of cocaine
It's a cold world ready for
Wanna be the best, gotta beat the best
Take a plane from the Porsche
When you leave the nest
Niggas need a Plan b hit a CVS
Niggas said follow back
Where you leading us?
I'm talking mil a check like Belichick
Make it a rain
Shootas waiting on a FEMA check
Few days she was waiting on a stimulus
She don't need no nigga, she a feminist
She ain't did shit wrong, she was innocent
She a hundred thirty pounds too militant
Ain't no password for you for the internet
Ain't nobody in your life
When your enter this
I'm a big boy (bitch) , you a sick boy (sick)
Tech wrist throw Ds like rich boy
Get ghost playing with me that was his choice
Put one on all of y'all like Hitboy
I'm a real one, and I'm still one
Feel good to be big for the little one
Niggas think too small need a bail bond
Hotheads need chill for the children
She a big girl, I'm a big fan
That's big fun at Six Flags
One Louis, one Gucci that's mismatch
One left in the head that's get back
A hundred sets in the summer that's six pack
One mil right here one big stack
And my bank for sure like shit
AR one five no kick back bitch
Oooh Ahhh Ooh Ahhh ooh Ahhh Ooh Ahhh
My fault I made it look easy
My nigga ain't a trick but he treat me
Gucci frames on my face just to please, me
Give me what I want so I'm yours now
Stingy, I ain't got enough to go round
Bentley open up the door now
Switch up the lane while I
Switch up the flow now
Uh uh, gold in the safe
Got gold on my face, got gold on my wrist
(wrist, wrist) if I ain't paid and if I
Ain't great then baby what's this?
Simon said I have somewhere to get
Ran the play, then I caught the assist
God's plan, he take credit for this
He been molding me for it, I'm ready for this
Ripped CD to MP3 every boy want to be in PC
I don't love him right now no Kiki
Gotta call three times just to reach me
If he with me then he need me
If he with me then he freaky
Now his friends know my thang real leaky
Now my name is shit creepy he a big boy
I'm a big toy that's nerf gun
Body hit's boy might hurt some
If he throw a little cash might twerk some
Watch this boy might put in online DVD
XXX keep mine on repeat
When you really want to stunt come see me
Put the queen in the front
When you greet me bitch
Oooh Ahhh Ooh Ahhh ooh Ahhh Ooh Ahhh
Want to get change, gotta make change
Got a code word, got a nickname
It's a cold world cuz of cocaine
It's a cold world ready for
Wanna be the best, gotta beat the best
Take a plane from the Porsche
When you leave the nest
Niggas need a Plan b hit a CVS
Niggas said follow back
Where you leading us?
I'm talking mil a check like Belichick
Make it a rain
Shootas waiting on a FEMA check
Few days she was waiting on a stimulus
She don't need no nigga, she a feminist
She ain't did shit wrong, she was innocent
She a hundred thirty pounds too militant
Ain't no password for you for the internet
Ain't nobody in your life
When your enter this
I'm a big boy (bitch) , you a sick boy (sick)
Tech wrist throw Ds like rich boy
Get ghost playing with me that was his choice
Put one on all of y'all like Hitboy
I'm a real one, and I'm still one
Feel good to be big for the little one
Niggas think too small need a bail bond
Hotheads need chill for the children
She a big girl, I'm a big fan
That's big fun at Six Flags
One Louis, one Gucci that's mismatch
One left in the head that's get back
A hundred sets in the summer that's six pack
One mil right here one big stack
And my bank for sure like shit
AR one five no kick back bitch
Oooh Ahhh Ooh Ahhh ooh Ahhh Ooh Ahhh