7 Mile Bike Ride pt. 2 E

Tired of all this motherfucking talking shit. You niggas know who really do this shit. Quit playing with me. Ayy, ayy, ayy. Drop top on a summer day, forty K all Cash. Looking out the window of this jet, I know time will pass. I used to fuck with baby girl, but knew That it would never last. 'Cause I be on some other shit, on a Whole 'nother planet. Going through these documents, shooting like stock Official. Stones with the paperwork, I'm just being optimistic. I'm just being confident, I just keep dropping shit. I just keep copping shit, I ain't gotta pop My shit. Bouncing like a trampoline, Hotter than some matches and some gasoline. Hotter than a mink in a thousand degrees. Summertime packing the heat, this shit can get Crazy. Niggas better stay on feet 'cause shit been Changing. Prices is high, your dollar is dropping. I count precisely, I need the profit. I'm feeling like Malcolm toting a rifle. Bike seven miles then back to the dolly. Let's get this money, nigga. We ain't doing all this shit. Bike miles then back to the dolly. What the fuck you talking man? Niggas out here crashing over the months. Bike seven miles then back to the dolly. Nigga, where's your ROI, nigga? Bike seven miles then back to the dolly. Shit gotta make sense, bitch. Bike seven miles then back to the dolly. Shh, goddamn. Uh, seven. Good job. Ayy, ayy, ayy. Damn. Good job. Seven seventy. Uh, Ayy, Damn