Blk Ferrari I ft. Reallyraw Lyrics

It's all about six figures

Shit, you ballin' if you got five figures

Niggas get me on camera and they ask me the dumbest questions

How many M's when you cut the check is the honest question

And why they givin' y'all the minimum in all they verses

We ridin' Ford F-150s, you ridin' Hearses

But since I'm here, I been buildin' stocks

And been buildin' flocks, and revealin' opps

As I watch the government watch the world die of famine

And eatin' Raisin' Canes while I'm watchin' Raising Kanan

And Rose ain't never been heartbroken by a broke bitch

I'm on some Alexander Wang shit, you on some Coach shit

And niggas ain't comin' up off no weight, niggas got CPN's

So when you really takin' risks, then you come see me, friend

High class livin', other niggas is moderate

As long as I'm livin', I'm supplying you with the hottest shit

Dead man walkin', better tell Brent

Money is the root of all evil and I'm hell bent

Once you caught in that water, you can't dive out it

You tellin' me your homie died and you ain't ride about it

I'm in that wide body, chains look like jailhousin

I'll be goddamned if I'm walkin' out with 12,000

Niggas say they hot, but who gon' take this shit the farthest

Comme Des Garcons, no you can't get this shit from Target

I'm where the guys at, smokin' God Pack

Leave a nigga leakin' on the pillow where he slob at

And make him slide back, 330i Beemer, yeah, I drive that

I'm really on point, niggas lookin' like, where the lob at

Find me up and fine luxurious penthousin

You tryna cop the crib, but I'm tryna cop the island

If you ain't what I'm on, stay off of this

Why them niggas come around actin' off as shit

Keep one up in the head, safety off as shit

Quick draw lights out, straight offin' shit

Got me prayin' to the ceiling

Now his mama cryin' cause I put him on some Gildan

Sorry for the loss, tell them niggas quit stealin

When shit get hot, In-N-Out, I'm still grillin

I'm a real baller, you a regular civilian

You talkin' bout a thousand, I'm tryna make a million

They wanna see me rollin', but this ain't no Coup DeVille and

The cops'll pull me over cause the top is too revealing

I can't put my guap up, my guap is my ho

And my ho go everywhere I go

And yeah, niggas know if the white stepped on when we trade blow

Nigga, we gon' trade blows

And that's the way it goes

Start to beat back, go harder

Birthed a lot of rap niggas, I'm a whole father

Came up out the curtains like, you are the father

Niggas look up to me, woulda thought I was the carter

Niggas countin' quarters, I don't even bother

If you don't want beef, nigga, tell me what you ordered

And I'm rappin' like I came out the Melpomene

With so much self-esteem, I stay talkin' shit

And don't be stupid cause I got this hit

Nigga, please don't run up in here, I got this stick

Just dropped a check at PNC, that ho just hit

And a bitch gon' forever miss what she can't get

Somebody tell these young niggas stop braggin' alone

On their Instagram just draggin' along

Cause when them niggas see you, then they grabbin' they homes

Kick down the front door, now they bask in your home

A nigga coulda quit, I still held on

What the fuck you doin' when cards get dealt wrong

And I'm in that red Testarossa jammin' OG Gladys

Me and my homie Skrilla finally reached OG status

And you don't wanna start me

Honey, the paramedics will be here shortly

Took the top off, wonderin' how I drop this shit

I pop this shit, they wonderin' how I got this shit

And stop buyin' stocks, you know it bake slow

You either after cheese- the queso or get the cake slow

Officials all up in the field tryna stop the base load

But I'm a G, I used to bring the P's by the caseload

My nigga how you in the hood and your crib got a Picasso

Coulda got that shit from Costco as far as I know

And if it wasn't for the rap music, where would I go

Probably out here playin' stepdaddy with some jive hoes

Fuck a pig, state trooper, but they can die slow

How you want it? To the face or gut? High or low

All I want is money, Had to get that shit the fastest

It's either you get rich or it's ashes to ashes

Black Ferrari 1

Y'all sorry, you know that

Each one weaker than the last

Jerome, his nephew's bitch

Nephew, pussy whipped by some trick that's takin' orders from me

Lil Leon

My sister carved your man homie up

Like a fuckin' Christmas ham

And you ain't do shit