V12

Riding in the jet, we blasting off. Whipping my coupe, drifting off. My pockets real Rick Ross. Working overtime, no days off. My money be long, six feet. Living for streets, no faking it. Money my favorite recipe. When I burn that no texting me. I know that said I'm sorry. On the side, I'm posting up stories, huh. Pictures of me, I'm looking. All of the times seen that you're hurting. Came in like heat, now we light it up. Got a blunt, I'm lighting I'm the heatwave, Need a lightning it. If I take it too Slow, you having Cuties, cuties. Cuties, Baby make cuties, Cuties. Fade up, fade up. Fade up. Sing it up, sing it Ain't ain't Enough. Riding in the jet, we blasting off. Whipping my coupe, drifting off. My pockets real fat, Rick Ross. Working overtime, no days off. My money be long, six feet. Living for streets, no faking it. Money my favorite recipe. When I burn that bag, no texting me, oh. I don't gotta say it. Nothing I do my flavor. Tell me what you want. Let's go. Cuties, cuties. Cuties, cuties. Baby make Fade up, fade up. Up, fade up. Sing it up, sing Ain't Enough, ain't Enough.