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Slow down baby, and let you miss me. I don't go down baby
The wild west back is finna go down baby. I'm mr. Proud what you want to know now, baby
I can buy the bar cuz I'm so damn crazy. Or we can get a drink and do a ghost like Swayze
I don't smoke buzz but it's so damn hazy. The homies in the restroom blizzy and blazy
In the back, and I ain't trying to hide that. Them jeans tight, mom loving how you wear that
A ring that's large and something you can stare at. Your boys in charge and mommy I can spread that
Me and my g's hit the club and they like oh 12 deep in the stretch slack
Lil' Moe, you can be my superwoman like Lil' Moe
And when we walkin' through the building lights, you guys ain't know
I hit the block and the top, there I go. And if you talkin' money by the stacks, there I go
And if she lookin' fly, I'm a flirt, there I go. Cuz everywhere I go, I hear em sayin'
They go, they go. And if you want a pro, you can brawl like a pro
And it ain't Chris Stylist, that's just a Van Gogh
And when I hit the club, watch him get it on the floor
It ain't kickin' if you got it, if you got it, throw some dough
Old school photo, picture like a photo
Chrome 26's, move forward
Like slow-mo, my wrist freeze time, get money like Yoko
Move to the beeper, love my vocals
The diamonds in my chain ain't hard to explain
You can see behind the tint, still shine when it rain
You cloudy in your plane, and I be sippin' vodka made by Mrs. Van Gogh
And everywhere I go, I walk with a limelight
Bank account full of new money, get your mind right
If I'ma show you the time, you'll lose your eyesight
Yeah, the boy is bright, I stack money all day and I spend at night
Scoop the girls, she can spend all night
And we can chief out her bones to pipes
Raps and blunts, put it on your boy like a Tyson punch
She got brains that's good for lunch
Yeah, as I hit the block, in the drop, there I go
And if you talkin' money by the stacks, there I go
And if she lookin' fly, I'ma flirt, there I go
Cause everywhere I go, I am saying
And if you want a bro, you can crawl like a pro
And it ain't Chris Stiles, it's that Mr. Van Gogh
And when I hit the club, watch him get it on the floor
It ain't kickin' if you got it, if you got it, throw some dough
Pull up, beatin' in a big body
Big body on 24's, call it
Big body, helicopter motor, pockets thick-wadded
She lookin' for a baller, your gang done ride it
See me in the streets, you say, there we go
Always with your caddy, gotta get that dough
Layin' these raps, stackin' these stacks
Double layer case, can't be mad at that
LA G's, know you hatin' that
Car haters, Miami, can't go back to back
Baudonnas and winchels, how about that?
Practice count money, y'all fame goin' yak
Doin' Vegas runs off Kush in a black
Gotta get it, gotta get it, yeah
Like that, move through the city with my ten-half crack
Mackin' out the river with my gang in the pack
Soon as I hit the block, in the drop, there I go
And if you talkin' money, by the stacks, there I go
And if she lookin' fly, I'ma flirt, there I go
Cause everywhere I go, I hear him sayin', they go
And if you wanna ball, ball like a pro
And it ain't Chris Dallas, that's Mr. Van Gogh
And when I hit the club, watch him get it on the floor
It ain't kickin' if you got it, if you got it, throw some dough
Soon as I hit the block, in the drop, there I go
And if you talkin' money, by the stacks, there I go
And if she lookin' fly, I'ma flirt, there I go
Cause everywhere I go, I hear him sayin', they go
And if you wanna ball, ball like a pro
And it ain't Chris Dallas, that's Mr. Van Gogh
And when I hit the club, watch him get it on the floor
It ain't kickin' if you got it, if you got it, throw some dough
Soon as I hit the club, watch him get it on the floor