Fligga & Anonomys Flint - By The Beach

I'm laughing at y'all niggas, but I'm not about to play on this beat
Nigga, you know what time it is
Some niggas pulled up in Range Rovers from Baking Soda
You never drove it, they had paid chauffeurs
The white work could take the game over
Mix that with the chain smokers
Right back to the rock, word to Dame Hova
That plain Jane was 12 band, that's 41 millimeters
Playing hokey pokey at the jeweler
One foot in, one foot out
It's dumb to get a watch before you get a house
But I can talk, it's double that in my account
Lep can vouch , a cemetery on these beats
Check my body count, nigga
This shit different here
New Benz, different year
I'm on my wave with these swimming gear
Poof, the roof disappeared
David Blaine
Big homie on the chain, it's more green
Thats Notre Dame, my Irish bitch be trying shit
Fuck the price, I'm buying it
Why y'all niggas always look the same
I made a right, I took a different lane
Y'all told Remy I need that fit to be 1 of 1
I'm blacking until the summer come, it's different, nigga
I'm telling y'all what the deal is
Fuck that
I put that work on the drone and dropped it by the beach
You know I want a ball, it ain't no time to sleep
I need that new coupe, powered of peach
Safe on three mill, that's where I'm trying to be
All black on, I let the diamonds speak
What you talking
Floor seats, I'm watching Denver, Boston
You see the way Dennis Stroder double crossed him
I want to see all of my niggas flossing
When we outside, it look like seven bosses
Bumping wins and losses
I paid a band, need some rare Jordans
It's only 23 pairs, nigga
I'm a walking flair, nigga
I turn my money into memories
Fuck who you pretend to be
We gon' leave the bullshit for the bullshitters
We'll get money with the get money niggas
Its Lord Mobb , Double M, you know what time it is
Flint, where we at with it
Fligga

Written by:
John Dozier

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