Lyrics to GEESKI mode 11am FINISHED
Foreverolling
Riding something fast, hit the gas, it go "Vroom"
Sold my last bag, now it's back to the room
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
Addicted to that money, since elementary I sold candy
I knew I'll be alright, I learned to cook my dope left-handed
If street niggas got an award for getting it going, I need my Grammy
Some niggas don't be knowing just from me showing, they need examples
If me and you getting into it, ain't back and forth, I'ma get that hammer
Then high speed on the boys, I can't afford go sit in the slammer
They know my money enormous, I think they goin' 'cause I'm handsome
They know I want to record 'em, you look gorgeous, hold that camera
It's George riding in that Phantom, the top drop, it's a Dawn
There's panties in the window, bae, this is my car, not my Mom's
Ride Cullinan in the winter, every day I'm under the stars
I'm juiced all through Houston, hittin' shit like Mark Maguire
Riding something fast, hit the gas, it go "Vroom"
Sold my last bag, now it's back to the room
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
The boss of all bosses, the game test me, I passed all of 'em
Being real, I wouldn't even feel you whole life savings if I lost it
Cross-country with no talking, this routine, I do this often
Make sure it's because you bought 'em, once they touchdown then we caught 'em
Bum niggas just be talking, trap shit would been dead without me
They lil' boys, they do lil' shit, spend lil' bitch at they houses
They background check be bouncing, his daddy ain't even vouching
Most sisters of my Granny know I send bags to they houses
Knew they nephew was awesome, till I'm there, hidden couches
Paid bills and a few houses, I'm twisted, keep they mouth zip
I'm Birdman like a falcon, on God, I ain't no saint
I'm a big fish in this tank, they want me to pull over but I can't
Riding something fast, hit the gas, it go "Vroom"
Sold my last bag, now it's back to the room
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
Riding something fast, hit the gas, it go "Vroom"
Sold my last bag, now it's back to the room
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
Addicted to that money, since elementary I sold candy
I knew I'll be alright, I learned to cook my dope left-handed
If street niggas got an award for getting it going, I need my Grammy
Some niggas don't be knowing just from me showing, they need examples
If me and you getting into it, ain't back and forth, I'ma get that hammer
Then high speed on the boys, I can't afford go sit in the slammer
They know my money enormous, I think they goin' 'cause I'm handsome
They know I want to record 'em, you look gorgeous, hold that camera
It's George riding in that Phantom, the top drop, it's a Dawn
There's panties in the window, bae, this is my car, not my Mom's
Ride Cullinan in the winter, every day I'm under the stars
I'm juiced all through Houston, hittin' shit like Mark Maguire
Riding something fast, hit the gas, it go "Vroom"
Sold my last bag, now it's back to the room
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
The boss of all bosses, the game test me, I passed all of 'em
Being real, I wouldn't even feel you whole life savings if I lost it
Cross-country with no talking, this routine, I do this often
Make sure it's because you bought 'em, once they touchdown then we caught 'em
Bum niggas just be talking, trap shit would been dead without me
They lil' boys, they do lil' shit, spend lil' bitch at they houses
They background check be bouncing, his daddy ain't even vouching
Most sisters of my Granny know I send bags to they houses
Knew they nephew was awesome, till I'm there, hidden couches
Paid bills and a few houses, I'm twisted, keep they mouth zip
I'm Birdman like a falcon, on God, I ain't no saint
I'm a big fish in this tank, they want me to pull over but I can't
Riding something fast, hit the gas, it go "Vroom"
Sold my last bag, now it's back to the room
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
Thumbin' through that money, it just do something to my mood
Hunnid after hunnid after hunnid, all blues
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