Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
I don't need no key in this bitch, it's push to start
Put Chane'-ne' on my bitch, you see the work of art?
I've been riding with my dog, and it feel like a pound (Pound)
Guess it's safe to say that we so sticked up
We get all that money, it's a stick up
Ridin' round in that Rolls, feet up
In that penthouse with the views, we up
Fifty-five West, feet up
But there's hella niggas, you can't keep up
Your ho ate the gang, she an eater
Top floor penthouse shit, Vigo
Nigga never lack, he keep that heat up
Slayworld Soldier
Chapo
Yeah, let's go, go, go-go
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh (Okay, okay, let's go)
Uh (Okay, okay, let's go)
Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh
