FiveStarr - Under Pressure

Keep it up Sharkboy
Yeah
I love bad bitches
Yeah, I ran it up, I'm still the same nigga
Yeah, I sit at tables with some niggas countin' eight figures
Five keep that nine on his side, yeah don't try it nigga
Yeah, I cannot wait
Move the whole thing, nigga catch a play
Talk crazy, we come where you lay
Caught that boy lacking he ain't know what to say
Cream jean jacket it's Helmut Lang
Yeah she bad, I buy her lace
Yeah I been counting up all damn day
We don't fuck with that boy he is a lame
It's just certain shit that don't change
Carry all my niggas like I'm Bron James
Ricky on my top, shoes is Balmain
Five travel high as fuck, nigga it feel like soul plane, uh
What you gonna do for that paper
I seen some real niggas turn to snakes about that paper
Yeah, I know it's crazy to see real niggas turn to haters
But fuck all that
Yeah, Five Starr I be the label
Yeah, about me I cannot save you
What you gonna do under that pressure
That boy he froze up
Devil on my shoulder
Yeah, I'm going crazy nigga
Yeah, I thought I told you
Told that hoe to cum on me
Nigga I cannot let up
Yeah, my shoes Chaneli
Got lean in my belly
Trying to get some plays nigga just hit my telly
Money got my palms itching
Yeah, nigga I got a fetish
Brodie called me with them racks, yeah
Nigga I told him bet it
Yeah, right now
Yeah, your hoe, yeah she going nigga right now
Yeah, I asked her when she want it, she said right now
Yeah, that's petty cash nigga you better pipe down
Yeah, I'm blasting through your speakers
Yeah, I turned her to an eater (Ugh)
We come and we fuck up the place
I'm riding around with a Glock on my waist
And we lead the police on a chase
Yeah, I go and rock out the stage
The crowd they singing my name
Yeah, book me for a show
Yeah, you know we making bank
What you gonna do under that pressure
That boy he froze up
Devil on my shoulder
Yeah, I'm going crazy nigga
Yeah, I thought I told you
Told that hoe to cum on me
Nigga I cannot let up
Let me throw that money to your pole dance
Nigga I throw that money to that pole dance
Nigga I throw that money, hoe a trophy
Yeah, nigga I throw that money, bad bitch pole dance
Nigga I still do this like an old man
Nigga I'm counting blue like the Roman
Nigga think he created me, nigga wrong man
Bet let's do it

Written by:
5 STARR

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