with some happy yellow hoes but don?t get it confused when I rap these mellow flows ?cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road [Big Sean:] GOOD
'm on a spankin' ting, it's no wankin' ting ai See me I'm on a stancin' ting, forever more I shall be the spankin' king So if you wanna come hotel, don
like a password, Beef, then i blast first, beats, spit ma hard verse, Acting like ur tough, when ur sweet like a starburst, Too many man, that was me on the last verse, Hotel
cars the rent charged Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly My own son don't know me Sittin' up in the hotel
're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Got to look over your shoulder constantly My own son don't know me I'm chillin' in a hotel room
wanna roll far and live large it aint all that goes with bein a rock star chorus X2 B Real: my own son dont know me I'm chillin in the hotel room
big house, 5 cars, the rent charged Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly My own son don't know me, I'm chillin' in a hotel
roads lead to you (I'm coming home) All roads lead to you (Never goin' away again) All roads lead to you (Ah, ha, yeah) All roads lead to you All roads
to go slow?" My eyes drifted out the window And down to the road below I felt my stomach tighten As the sun bloodied the sky And sliced through hotel
(insert)? They balling when they old enough [Curren$y] Yeah, jets nigga As if I had to say it, spitta In the middle of every bad Bitches playlist I tunes banging from my hotel
train For my girl a kiss-goodbye Tell her there`s no need to cry Get off the train, into the plane Flying to the sun Hot like hell, great hotel
the mothaf**kin bet cost 30" stretchas on the Escalade lac cost Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk Catch me up on Simpson road
on my body 'bout due for a tune up In this gas station, food ain't really helping but I'm loving every minute, every road signs a reminder Of exactly
on my body, bout due for a tune up in this gas station, food ain't really helping but I'm loving every minute, every road signs a reminder of exactly
friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel
what you need, you need to fuck with me 'Coz when you ballin' with Joey you in another league Somethin' like Doji, Chloe diamonds, and better weed I'm four-wheelin' through roads
a song, take me as i come, cause i cant stay long. there's pigeons now on market square, she's standing in her underwear. looking down from the hotel