I ain´t never been scared of nothin´ I´m my life, dog If I see it, I got it already Uh
[Dave East] Uh Gold bottles, pop ´em like it´s ´96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich (pray to God) Black bottles, pop ´em at your funeral Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Gold bottles, pop ´em like it´s ´96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich Black bottles, pop ´em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
[Dave East] Did a deal with Puma, but Nike, I keep a hundred pair Stop goin´ to Silver Spring, I found out I was wanted there They gon´ bring us so many bottles, the club gonna stare (watch) Thinkin´ you a dime in my section, get dubbed over here (dub) Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, but Carlton ain´t my cousin We spark it out in public, too much Luxe got me stumblin´
Black bottle, gold bottle, models by the dozen But they for everybody, only cops believe in cuffin´ This ain´t your average life, they get excited when I come in On top now, started just underground like Tubman (Harriet) Thought you was the son, but you wasn´t since yo´ daddy left House full of Belair, kick ´em out like they Jazzy Jeff (bye bye)
[Dave East] Uh Gold bottles, pop ´em like it´s ´96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my whole team get rich Black bottles, pop ´em at your funeral (my bad)
Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Gold bottles, pop ´em like it´s ´96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my whole team get rich Black bottles, pop ´em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
[Rick Ross] M-M M-M-Maybach Music Your bitch still on my dick but delete the DM (boss)
The Lamborghini´s in the street and she know that it´s him (woo) My vodka rum matchin´ the beats and it cost me two M´s (huh) These other niggas rappin´ rich when we know you pretend (ahh) I´m always runnin´ late but the money in crates (ahh) Black bottle and two M and a wonderful date (hahaha) 305, MIA, oh, a wonderful place (wooo) Bought a Checkers to feed my bitches them fries with a shake (rich nigga) Got her rubbin´ on my chest like Justin Timberlake (tell em) My Belair ´cross the table all the dinner dates (dreams) Brett Berish on the phone, he billin´ every day (Brett)
She know Rozay rockin´ ice, now let it marinate
[Dave East] Uh Gold bottles, pop ´em like it´s ´96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich Black bottles, pop ´em at your funeral (my bad) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Gold bottles, pop ´em like it´s ´96 (pop) You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich Black bottles, pop ´em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
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