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(SephGotTheWaves) Wake up, nigga I got a plan Uh, uh First nigga out my hood, I can't explain the feeling And we came from poverty, I can't explain the feeling And I'm tired of losin' friends, I ain't got too many livin' Get my family out the hood, that's my only mission And I got that drip just like Hugh Hefner, got too many bitches I'm so tight with that money and my fingers itchin' I love my block 'cause I got love for my mains Jump in the car, then just go thug with my fans The police caught me with some drugs in my hand Heart been scarred, I ain't got love for no man Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah Catch a breeze, I ain't got no roof on that bitch, yeah I'ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah Yeah, go tell my dawg I got a plan A hundred bands on the new coupe, it came with autostart This bitch look like a Transformer, I'm talkin' Autobot Got a bougie bitch and she gon' fuck me for a diamond watch How the fuck you switch up on your day one? Streets grimy, huh? I'm presidential, I pull up in Tahoe, limo tint Letras de cancionesIf she wanna hang out with the gang, gotta suck a lil' more dick And I'm tryna blow up a lil' more bit, I ain't shit on these niggas enough Tryna shine where the sun don't beam like a diamond in the rough Got niggas servin' cocaine like it's Snow on tha Bluff I could teach you how to come up from nothin', might come through stuntin' Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah Catch a breeze, I ain't got no roof on that bitch, yeah I'ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah Yeah, go tell my dawg Put them new Forgis on that 'Vette, you know I'm known for switchin' cars And I'm drinkin' 1942, we could shoot it out like civil war And I told Michelle that I'm gon' stop but I might pop a seal tomorrow Free my brother out them bars, I'm yellin' fuck the law And I ain't stoppin' for no police, they shoot us down for no reason Told me get my ID, now you say I'm reachin' Where I'm from, it's killer season, call the plumber, left 'em leakin' I can't take no shorts, you know I gotta feed my son and nieces First nigga out my hood, I can't explain that feeling We came from two different hoods, so I can see why you don't feel it Got this pistol on my hip so you can see I ain't conceal it Drop the top even when it's windy, this what I gotta do Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah Catch a breeze, I ain't got no roof on that bitch, yeah I'ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah Catch a breeze, I ain't got no roof on that bitch, yeah I'ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah Go tell my dawg I got a plan Go tell my dawg I got a plan You know we dreamin' 'round this way, nigga (Go tell my dawg I got a plan) Everybody got visions, nigga (I ain't got no roof on that bitch, yeah) Drop the motherfuckin' top, ride through the city (I'ma get this money out the streets) Think about how we could make a million Lemme get ad-lib From Letras Mania