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[Verse 1:] It's mister fresh up in this bitch, so how y'all wanna get it I got the game locking like a fence, they trying to pick it My shows be loud, can't hear the chirping of them crickets Got the bitches driving reckless, just to say they got a ticket Everybody with it, that's why that money pouring in If these niggas buzzing, then I gotta be the orca man How'd I make my firework, it's feeling like the 4th again Good D, so bitches wanna kick it like it's 4th and 10 You see that we running shit, bank is like my end zone Right after I got it, then I had to put my friends on Rapping like I been on, here but my mind gone In the club, online, shopping on my iPhone The truth is I'm here to show 'em that I got hoes I got cold now my hand and wrist got froze It's not a question that the little homie got flows Probably why he got chose, starts right, stop shows [Hook:] And you ain't gotta worry about my ride Cause that mothafucka parked outside (Ay tell them haters what up) And you ain't gotta worry about my grind Check your watch, it's saying it's my time (Ay tell them haters what up) And you ain't gotta worry about my team Letras de cancionesWhile ya'll sleeping, we live out ya'll dream (Ay tell them haters what up) And you ain't gotta worry about my scene On that mothafucka, I am king (Ay tell them haters what up) We good, we good, we good We good, we good, we good (Ay tell them haters what up) We good, we good, we good We good, we good, we good (Ay tell them haters) [Verse 2:] While they out here gaining hate, man, my pockets gaining weight I be hustling, grinding, working till I'm great Putting on for my city every time I'm out of state Now I'm eating, making sure my niggas get a plate Understand my team is straight, you see girl in that Lexus When we hitting till the banks, the only time that you can check us And we love the life we living, we won't blow it living reckless And we love this money getting, we can't let the hate affect us (nooo) Understand being broke it's not an option The owner of the building y'all just in this bitch mopping The flyest niggas here, so that's why the birds are watching The car's push to start but the worth is never stopping And what we want we copping, this is fast life living They say I'm getting chips and your bitch is what I dip in Ride, riding round around the city with that wet paint dripping And the wood grain gripping, and I'm still tip, tipping [Hook] From Letras Mania