Suede - LE$

L.A. dolla, mothafuckin' get

Yeah, look

Walkin' through the back door, through the kitchen like an owner

Lookin' like a million bucks, and smell like Marijuana

Eyes lowered on my cut, being followed by a star

Resemblance been the highest, she be wit me from the start

Desperado, no confusing, we killin' wit the music

Clip is loaded, any moment I can shoot it

The rap game, Toreto heavy foot up on that pedal

And still be do niggas, I ain’t got no time to meddle

I just mind my own, lay low and get this paper

And come down on some makers, make the wildlife my neighbor

Ocean in the back, Porsche is in the front

But I’mma be inside, rollin' up that skunk

Thinkin' bout the next move, takin' ova this game

Moe together, bet ya stay outta this lane

Zed life to that next, have sex in that hatch

Lookin' like and OG, y’all niggas look stressed

Put the swade non the ceiling, my bitch love when she touch it

Roll the smoke out the window, pullin' stunts out in public

Don’t be fuckin' wit niggas, they be acting like hoes

Got the wiz on the beamer, yeah, them bitches is go

Yeah, them bitches is go

Yeah, them bitches is clean

See me shifting them gears, still riding the lean

Sittin' low when I’m floating, causing commotion with Bubbles

She keep on saying she love me, I guess this bitch wanna Oscar

Now I’m livin' too proper, is it ever too far from your scheme?

I press that ignore button, hunt the chick of your dreams

Ain’t got no time for that baby, we gotta hustle the bill

I got my mind on this paper, so right now fuck how you feel!

I just smokin' on purple, riding slugs on the bussy

I ain’t loosing my focus, this shit feel like the movie

Like the intro to Belly, walking slow through the crowd

I just came wit my niggas, and they presence is loud

When they got me a Keisha, back at home, she a keeper

Anger, oh, sge be bitching, but she stay wit that reefa

Yeah, sge down wit this shit, all about gettin' payed

So she rollin' wit me, I let her feel my own swade

Put the swade non the ceiling, my bitch love when she touch it

Roll the smoke out the window, pullin' stunts out in public

Don’t be fuckin' wit niggas, they be acting like hoes

Got the wiz on the beamer, yeah, them bitches a go