Letra STS - Young Thug
Supa, aha
Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
You roll, you sip codys, I f*** around and roll
I'm on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot
I'ma f*** her at my mother spot
Steady chasing the check, turned the bank into nest
Cuban link 'round my neck taking a bird bath
Cartier bracelet got pointers and the Audemar to match
If they talking 'bout my game, they speaking all cash
New bent, paper tag, I can see they envy and mad
I done fuc*** around and got in my bag (my bag)
I done stayed down and got me a bag
No calculators still doing maths
Gotta add up and tear me a tag
Rockstar, showing up with them bands
I just jumped off a jet to a sprinter (yeah, yeah)
I got Brazillians making me dinner
Took a loss and it made me a winner
Wearing Monclear, it ain't even winter
And the wind got the clouds in the ceiling
Add the money up, subtract the feeling
They say slatt when we walk in the building
I can't save her if she going with the fishes
Copped a new gun to switch up my mission
Slime shit, I ran up the digits
Count it with no intermission
Her best friend done gave me the dishin'
I mixed up the sherbet and cookie (yeah)
Off the top, roll with a groupie
Have a menage when I land, ah
Today I did Dior and Gucci
My Off-White was lookin' like danger
Three white bitches, I'm a clansmen
Kendra, Khloe and Keira
Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah
Wallstreet moeny, Like Madoff
Yeah, ahah, all that hating ain't phase us
Left to bank like phase on
Still ain't taking no days off
Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
You roll, you sip codys, I f*** around and roll
I'm on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot
I'ma f*** her at my mother spot
Icy [??] you feel it in her tits (two)
Money, money, callin in, when I answer phone like, what it do
I keep her wet
Caught a pound or two
Big Ballencies
Yeah, that's what the money do
Yeah, she swear to god that she love me
I was just pouring out the bubbly
I was filling up drinks with this muddy
Draco with me, it ain't about my money
Dr. Dre, Eminem
We go and get [?]
My house a exhibit, it's dim
I was rocking some Off-White like Timbs
Let's go!
Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
You roll, you sip codys, I f*** around and roll
I'm on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockaroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot
I'ma f*** her at my mother spot
Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I'm on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah