letra de i told em - johnny cinco
[intro]
(mainee)
[chorus]
(woah)
money on the table, still uppin’ the standard
i left that lil’ boy no choice, came in with the hammer
louis shirt, amiri pants, dressed up like a scammer, uh
four of wock’, three of red, pour it in a fanta, yeah
i feel just like a.i. in that lambo, i got handles
i feel just like popi, too many racks, too hard to handle
i told ’em, yeah, yeah
[verse 1]
they know i’ma get to the paper
they know i’ma get a baguettey
i told ’em don’t mention my name
’cause i ain’t no regular n-gga
this ain’t no regular watch
this ain’t no regular vip
ain’t with no regular hoes, lil’ n-gga
this ain’t no regular b-tch
you used to sit on the block, lil’ n-gga
now you got ice on your wrist
now we can pull up in drop, lil’ n-gga
you get to poppin’ your sh-t
bread, we whippin’ the h-ll out the brick
this ain’t no regular bread
yeah, i told these folks i was gon’ raise the bar, i was the one, yeah
i told these folks i was gon’ turn the trap, i did this sh-t hard, yeah
i told these folks money still on the table, they thought it was done, yeah
i told these folks never to play me ever, i’m not the one, yeah
[chorus]
(woah)
money on the table, still uppin’ the standard
i left that lil’ boy no choice, came in with the hammer
louis shirt, amiri pants, dressed up like a scammer, uh
four of wock’, three of red, pour it in a fanta, yeah
i feel just like a.i. in that lambo, i got handles
i feel just like popi, too many racks, too hard to handle
i told ’em, yeah, yeah
[verse 2]
they ain’t wanna leave a n-gga no choice
red lamborghini cost four porsche
sean got the money, bought the whole porch
whole hood hot like a blowtorch
too many pounds, too many
talk ’bout the traffic, who gettin’ it?
whole lotta racks, whole crew get it
7-1-1, that crew business
paint your trap, n-gga, who in it?
number on the dash say two-twenty
head to the dealer, get coupe tinted
drip like mine, ain’t too many
yeah, i’m captain ’round here, i’m lieutenant
i already know i’m due with it (let ’em know)
i already know it’s a deuce in it (let ’em know)
label online, yeah, two tickets (let ’em know)
please didn’t work, had a two-fifty
already turnt, never gon’ change
whole lotta money, i ain’t never want fame
hundred in the drop, ain’t never gon’ rain
boss your ho up ‘fore another n-gga do it
cut a b-tch off, let a young n-gga do it
n-gga can’t do it how a young n-gga do it
rubber band the racks, get right back to it
[chorus]
(woah)
money on the table, still uppin’ the standard
i left that lil’ boy no choice, came in with the hammer
louis shirt, amiri pants, dressed up like a scammer, uh
four of wock’, three of red, pour it in a fanta, yeah
i feel just like a.i. in that lambo, i got handles
i feel just like popi, too many racks, too hard to handle
i told ’em, yeah, yeah
(woah)
i told ’em
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