Outkast ft. Vin¢Vega Lyrics

Aye Money how you doing? Mister J, Mister J! wassup Money!

Aye, Beto aint finna play with em

How you posed to be that nigga but not you fighting

You on the net with them guns boy you is not ISIS

Fishscale on the scale we can talk prices

My lil brother got a thirty it is not licensed

I be sipping on some purple we is not Vikings

I ain't sick but i'm coughing i should call Kaiser

I be smoking presidential this is not Biden

Say you finna slide, boy you not sliding

Slid on the opp, we smoking opp pack

Tomahawks every tuesday this ain't outback

Me and Flames killing shit like we Outkast

Hit my line for the za i'll be out fast

Bitch i'll be right back, with another Bin

I be smoking presidential but i'm selling mids

I just copped this little thirty it came with a

I just copped this little thirty it came with a grip

I'm bout to spin the block like the wheel fortune

I be off the Morton Grove eating steak's at Morton's

Book a flight out the country watch a game in Dortmund

Cops busting down my door I need call my lawyer

You lil niggas off the dope you probably smoking foil

Bad bitch she annoying, make my blood boil

Everything get on my nerves I need to roll this purp

This a plain white tee, 400 for the shirt

How you posed to be that nigga but not you fighting

You on the net with them guns boy you is not ISIS

Fishscale on the scale we can talk prices

My lil brother got a thirty it is not licensed

I be sipping on some purple we is not Vikings

I ain't sick but i'm coughing i should call Kaiser

I be smoking presidential this is not Biden

Say you finna slide, boy you not sliding

Slid on the opp, we smoking opp pack

Tomahawks every tuesday this ain't outback

Me and Flames killing shit like we Outkast

Hit my line for the za i'll be out fast

Bitch i'll be right back, with another Bin

I be smoking presidential but i'm selling mids

I just copped this little thirty it came with a

I just copped this little thirty it came with a grip

Aye, smacking off these perkys in my Wock, I can't get a grip

Got to keep this glicky when I'm riding, I can't never slip

How you trynna go and rep the gang without a membership

Lil bro gon pop you off a xanny, aint remember shit

Yeah, but he dont need no pill

Everybody around me official, you ain't did no drills

You ain't been on shit, you ain't even keep no steal

We can go hundred for hundred, gon have more pape still

All this money coming in don't even need no deal

If you want a signature I'm needing like 4 mil

I ain't the type to pop no bottles rather crack me a seal

It's crazy when we was kids, we was missing some meals

Yeah me and Vega going in, just like Big Boi and Andre

I'm fucking on a opp nigga bitch, fuck what the opps say

Tomahawk steaks, lobster macaroni entrees

Me and the gang racing in these spaceships, it's pod race

Big AR's, I feel like Tony at the end of Scarface

If you ain't trynna get no fucking money you just in our way

Yeah big AR, I feel like Tony at the end of Scarface

But we ain't going out the same way, yeah yeah

Yeah me and Vega going in, just like Big Boi and Andre

I'm fuckin on a opp nigga bitch, fuck what the opps say

Tomahawk steaks, lobster macaroni entrees

Me and the gang racing in these spaceships, it's pod race