Gran Turismo

Straight from out the side of the water with Bitches, riches, and potent weed. Six-four Impala dripped up in candy, crawler Centipede. You know this pimpin' ain't for free, I gotta charge a fee. All about my hundreadies, Fifty nickels down to my Ps. Sippin' my St. Ides like I fuck with time. They always tryna break my nuts and taking Everything that is mine. Bitch, that's the fine line, don't don't mind. But make sure that you pay me and my Paper whenever I come around. One thing on my mind is making money. Came a long way from my days of being Broke and bummy. You acting funny when a player Pulls up to the scene. Pocket watch it, best Get on your knees and start to suck me Clean. One thing on my mind is making money. Came a long way from my days of being Broke and bummy. You acting funny when a player Pulls up to the scene. Pocket watch it, best Get on your knees and start to suck me Clean. Two-stepping to the motherfucking bank. Shoulder shrugging all these bitches who want love But know I can't 'cause, uh. Love ain't free and I need a AP. Some candy all on my Chevy, some eighteen's and New GP, uh. Swinging my fifty up and down All through the boulevard. Moving like I'm Michael Knight, call me lil' Ramy Hassar hard. Racking these bitches, counting digits, Pulling suckas' cards. Making money, shaking when I Ride, spilling out the garage. One thing on my mind is making money. Came a long way from my days of being Broke and bummy. You acting funny when a player Pulls up to the scene. Pocket watch it, best Get on your knees and start to suck me Clean. One thing on my mind is making money. Came a long way from my days of being Broke and bummy. You acting funny when a player Pulls up to the scene. Pocket watch it, best Get on your knees and start to suck me Clean.