RACE TO AN M (feat. Camo!)

Lyrics for RACE TO AN M (feat. Camo!)

I be ballin' I be ballin' Mmm Sixty milligrams, my Amex don't get tired Bank tellin' my therapist, speakin' to me through the wire My whole fit came from Paris, your stylist think that's fire I'm rollin' 'round like a Ferris I don't sell drugs, I'm a buyer Black, white, and blue Brabus Would've thought I played for the Mavericks or the Magic My dawg is beatin' that block, servin' that fifty, he a savage I'm pullin' off on the curb, scrapin' the side just like matches I'm competin' with the creek, who can blow A fuckin' M the fastest? (I be ballin') Yeah, yeah I'm turnin' up my bitch, I got her reachin' all her goals Late night, she can't believe I let her fuck me in my Rolls I ain't buyin' her no flowers, but I still give her a rose I ain't give her no corsage, but I put her wrist on rose They can't take my flows, better off tryna take my hoes Yeah, my doors are suicidal, had the mechanic check on those I'm ridin' around in a Tesla, off a Tesla in that mode Movin' around with the heat on my waist Like a nigga don't fuck with the cold Black diamonds hit the light, shit look like I'm burnin' coal Yeah, I tried to throw 'em bitches, he got 'round to hoes and sold Million dollar house, bitch, I can't humble my lil' bowl I'm huggin' on my cup, that bitch so dark, look like the road I'm textin' that bitch friend, I'm prayin' to God she don't catch wind You're so good in your hood, it's been Two years, nigga, why you ain't win? She requestin' my location, tryna track my where and whens This kit look like some NASCAR shit You couldn't even tell it's a Benz I'm pourin' so much Wock' inside this pop, can't taste the soda Cops is pullin' me over, they see the Hellcat ain't sober I'm scrapin' the rims on the curb I'm treatin' this shit like Corollas She suckin' it all with the balls, she treatin' me just like Bogle He only wipin' his nose when he sick, ain't never been cobra I'm posted with the mob, my table full of high rollers I'm turnin' up my bitch, I got her reachin' all her goals Late night, she can't believe I let her fuck me in my Rolls I ain't buyin' her no flowers, but I still give her a rose I ain't give her no corsage, but I put her wrist on rose They can't take my flows, better off tryna take my hoes Yeah, my doors are suicidal, had the mechanic check on those I'm ridin' around in a Tesla, off a Tesla in that mode Movin' around with the heat on my waist Like a nigga don't fuck with the cold I be ballin' I be ballin'