that lives inside my memory Wish it could be reality Shine on yesterday, carry me away and let me be back In your arms holding you again Shine on yesterday
Translation: LTD. Shine On.
Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin
Why don't we let go Aye yo And I ain't gotta tell 'em And i ain't gotta sell 'em It's Y.S.L. teddy I ain't gotta spell it And yes i killa kill 'em I guess
have when I pull up in that light thing (yeah), I put a hurtin' on, I got the curtains drawn, whoever ain't gettin' sh-ted on, I'm squirtin' on, I'm in
, nah, nah.. Put on for my city and I do it like I supposed to Ballin like when Britney cut her hair I cut the checks fool I do that d-d-d-do that, do
To old Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck Cops roll up on
a million copies really isn't farfetched Yeah, I keep credit cards in cash knots I keep my darkest shades on till the flash stops This for my L.A. girls
on chill Laidback with the Alize, merely's conceal Conversatin' like some whore pimps caught in the mix Wasn't taught shit stressed out supportin' your bitch Let the eyes shine
turned on the SpectraVision, And I'm just about to eat That little chocolate mint on my pillow That I love so very, very much, When suddenly there's a knock on
serpent on his last track Flat broke, dead on his back, crawlin' on his belly Lookin' for his celly, I can call the telly L.A., Kelly Rowland, rollin
the hustle on in the spring, fall, in summers And the winter months, we gonna praise Jesus Don't even represent us, like we ain't said nothin' Present
man a lambo and tell him to fly with ya Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya I shine You shine Like smith n wesson you don't wanna
pumpin' my work, bitch doin' the jerk Get down and throw sperm on her shirt Can't be him, he ain't supposed to shine like that Back with BadBoy that nigga ain't
got all this from my mama All of this stuff right here? I got all this from my mama Ladies, l-l-ladies Ladies, l-l-ladies Ladies, l-l-ladies L-l-ladies
man Even got my own gear wit stoney on tha clothes man Sixes not four man, platinum not dough man D4L big on tha all rose gold van Haters don't understand
I been about my paper niggas know about my stack You dont like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me down Million dollars on my neck and wrist shine
