42 ft. Z6Saint & Brudda! Lyrics

I had a hundred some cents

Trying to turn that to a million

We was in a hotbox

Talking about the g ride

It was about four of us in it

The clip that

I had was a fifty

I looked in the morning

Had forty two missing

We in the mansion

With bottles of julio

It's about forty two women

Claim that they topping this shit

But we popping this shit

And for sure they don't get it

Shawty be matching and mixing

The hoes trying to go

Cause they like that it's different

Tear out the sole

On size eighteen for fly shit

I kick

Shawty say she want to

Clock my move

Come dive in my whip

Mama was cool with me

Shooting them dice

As long as her baby was winning

It was just me and my pistol

I'm lonely cause

Only real niggas attending

Im bout to strike everytime

I'm a winner

I'm shaking them silly

She like when

I talk bout that street shit

Turning her out made her sixer

You best shake them dice up cause

I might strike yo paper

I like to flirt with a bitch

Got her losing her mind

Need p in layers

Follow me down to the six

I'm from the east of atlanta

My god daddy d was a con man

Me and my brothers

We looked up to scammers

Nigga done turned to a pastor

He got a church on candler

Nigga could talk bout seeing but

I done paid my balance

I had a hundred some cents

Trying to turn that to a million

We was in a hotbox

Talking about the g ride

It was about four of us in it

The clip that

I had was a fifty

I looked in the morning

Had forty two missing

We in the mansion

With bottles of julio

It's about forty two women

Claim that they topping this shit

But we popping this shit

And for sure they don't get it

Shawty be matching and mixing

The hoes trying to go

Cause they like that it's different

Tear out the sole

On size eighteen for fly shit

I kick