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Ferrari cost six-hundred thousand, stop playin' with me Hundreds with the blue faces, feelin' Nipsey Louis V briefcases, gettin' tipsy Keep it with me, it's a murder if a nigga tempt me The streets talkin', you niggas know what it do With some money, I could never imagine you I be ducked off, I ain't got nothin' to prove I'm in Malibu, what a nigga boo I start a lot of shit, 'cause I'm a shit talker Found out I fucked his bitch, 'cause he a stalker She drink cum, like it's water Bad bitch, ass fatter than Ms. Parker Maybach's back to back when I'm pullin' up Paranoid as fuck, get it fully tucked Actin' like he don't bleed, oh, you tough? Like stuntman's can't die doin' stunts Trunk in the front, it's a foreign After the sex, the bitch borin' Run up a check, I'm goin' tourin' In my mansion, I got marble floorin' F-A spot and not your average coupe I drop the top and throw up the "Whoop" Big dog, I'm the Blood Snoop Message to the opps, "Nigga, fuck you" Letras de cancionesFerrari cost six-hundred thousand, stop playin' with me Hundreds with the blue faces, feelin' Nipsey Louis V briefcases, gettin' tipsy Keep it with me, it's a murder if a nigga tempt me The streets talkin', you niggas know what it do (Niggas know what's up) With some money, I could never imagine you (Broke-ass niggas) I be ducked off, I ain't got nothin' to prove (At all) I'm in Malibu, what a nigga boo (Let's get it) Don't come to me 'bout no lil' shit, I get M's, nigga (Don't do that) Ice water on me, lonely as Slim, nigga (Where your nigga?) You in your feelings 'bout a bitch, you a bitch-nigga (You a ho) I'm from that city where we hustle 'til we rich, nigga I ain't talkin' seatbelts when I say we ridin' strapped Lil' bro ain't no producer, but can hit you with them packs Treat my niggas like my brothers, have my front, I got your back Best prices in quality, fuck with us or go get taxed We don't want no smoke, we just want more money I call the whip YG, 'cause it was four-hundred (4Hunnid) Ayy, let them niggas have the net, man, they ain't know nothin' We control the city, we touch down, it be like homecoming Blue hundreds, but it's blood money, call him Rich Red Step on niggas heads, all that politicin' shit dead One day in your city, do a show, then break your bitch bed Was full of mouth, got his ass popped, now he full of meds Ferrari cost six-hundred thousand, stop playin' with me {Stop playin' with me} Hundreds with the blue faces, feelin' Nipsey Louis V briefcases, gettin' tipsy Keep it with me, it's a murder if a nigga tempt me The streets talkin', you niggas know what it do With some money, I could never imagine you I be ducked off, I ain't got nothin' to prove (I'm in Malibu, what a nigga boo) Ayy, five summers straight, flipped ten foreigns I'm still in Bel Air, totin' big guns Hoppin' on flights, like I'm on the run Strip clubs every night, 'cause that shit fun See me blowin' through the light, bust a sharp right Two-door, matte-black, like The Dark Knight I pull up, gat sprayin', I ain't Batman Yellow diamonds, give me head, Ms. Pac-Man (Ayy) Trap, send the bucks when the pack land Spent enough, now she wanna fuck for the bands White friend wanna fuck me with her black friend And these hoes can't believe what's the backend Get the back in, got 'em clappin' in the stands I just pray to God, I don't gotta clap again Posted on the 'Gram, now I gotta wrap the Benz Couple more years, I won't have to rap again Ferrari cost six-hundred thousand, stop playin' with me Hundreds with the blue faces, feelin' Nipsey Louis V briefcases, gettin' tipsy Keep it with me, it's a murder if a nigga tempt me The streets talkin', you niggas know what it do With some money, I could never imagine you I be ducked off, I ain't got nothin' to prove I'm in Malibu, what a nigga boo From Letras Mania