Dank Sinatra

While they be taking selfies, in the streets they taking lives

Hitting niggas with the stingers, don't fuck with the bee-hive

She call me daddy cause she know that I'm the big boss

Rolled up a Black fatty, puffing on that Rick Ross

Heat up on my feet, looking like I stepped on Chris Bosh

Pull up with two sisters, one thin, one thicker, Drake & Josh

Never gave a fuck, I got more bucks than a bronco

Never loan out my money, cause you know I need it pronto

Withdrawals over models, yeah that's my motto

Yellowbone pussy raining on me, rock a yellow pancho

Homies saying hand it over, pass her like a pigskin

Take a smell of the aroma, gas is what I'm pinching

Why tip strippers, rather spend the money on some

swishers

Rather chop it up with my niggas I need a pair of scissors

Bitches only offer pussy, I could go to Petco

But I never turn her down, wassup with that neck tho?

At the end of the day, it's all about that check hoe

I'm just tryna take my mama out that fucking debt bro

Had to make it out the hood, cause it's not getting any better

Just when you think you're good, they switching up like Texas weather

I was looking all around me, knowing I could do better

Now GRC the family, we some fucking go getters

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow