Nah, we won't quit
Nah, we don't stop
Na-ah, we don't lose
[Chorus: x4]
She want that GMB
She want that GMB
She want that GM that GM that GMB
GMB, that's TNT
That fire that Brian had when he met me
That's that 2006, that's that 2003
That's that 2050 shit that bitch niggas can't be
That's that Salvatore Ferrigamo, Miami Delano
Next week I'll be out in Toronto
Ain't no shopping at the Del Amo
We don't eat at McDonalds
Nigga we eat like Sopranos
Grew up on that far side
That blue collar, that high road
Man I pulled that broad at Pappadeaux
Don't mind me I'm proper though
Pimp gang keep that popping oh
Mix 'em up like my dominos
Talking paper man that's hoblomos
Bilingual then I audibal
Sit back count my money up
Till my fingers get the charlie horse
My toast pimp said I'm season
Man I call that recipe-ing
Run them broads like secretaries
Can't get no rest for meetings
Hall of game shit made me legendary
I'm freshest for a reason
Winter time, boo no it's february
But these sweats is from next season
See my catalog's never sandal soft
Like of porn we go matador
For crazy bread we go padded walls
Cop a Swisher Sweet and the pack of drawers
And I'm barely dusting my monologue
Shit eighth grade bro nigga Rantoros
Baby tell them hoes who the camo boss
Who the same nigga when the camera's off, huh?
[Chorus: x4]
Yeah, we on top
Nah, we won't quit
Nah, we don't stop
Na-ah, we don't lose
Yeah, we on top Nah, we won't quit Nah, we don't stop Na-ah, we don't lose [Chorus: x4] She want that GMB She want that GMB She want that GM that GM that GMB GMB, that's TNT That fire that Brian had when he met me That's that 2006, that's that 2003 That's that 2050 shit that bitch niggas can't be That's that Salvatore Ferrigamo, Miami Delano Next week I'll be out in Toronto Ain't no shopping at the Del Amo We don't eat at McDonalds Nigga we eat like Sopranos Grew up on that far side That blue collar, that high road Man I pulled that broad at Pappadeaux Don't mind me I'm proper though Pimp gang keep that popping oh Mix 'em up like my dominos Talking paper man that's hoblomos Bilingual then I audibal Sit back count my money up Till my fingers get the charlie horse My toast pimp said I'm season Man I call that recipe-ing Run them broads like secretaries Can't get no rest for meetings Hall of game shit made me legendary I'm freshest for a reason Winter time, boo no it's february But these sweats is from next season See my catalog's never sandal soft Like of porn we go matador For crazy bread we go padded walls Cop a Swisher Sweet and the pack of drawers And I'm barely dusting my monologue Shit eighth grade bro nigga Rantoros Baby tell them hoes who the camo boss Who the same nigga when the camera's off, huh? [Chorus: x4] Yeah, we on top Nah, we won't quit Nah, we don't stop Na-ah, we don't lose Explain Request ×
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