Letra de Small Change
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Featuring Rick Ross & Mr. Marr
I bought my bitch a Rollie just to be like me
I bought my bitch a Rollie just to be like me
All gold, big face, ramming 30 G’s
Small change, Rose
Now she want a crib, my nigga OK
I bought my bitch a Benz just to be like me
Matte black, cost a hundred G’s
I put the plasma on the wall too
Cuz that’s what motherfuckin bosses do
I put the plasma on the wall, stainless steel the kitchen
Yogi bear to cop it just to keep my girl from ditching
Mr. Certified, boss shit, not know trickin off shit
Even though we don’t give a fuck bout it cost shit
Pimp type, pimp J, my competition just lost, quit
Lost quit, yea, now he might just wanna get off his ass
Pay some bills, keep on getting paper still
Make a vow to your zip, always try to stay for real
Cuz day for day for days it is
Often cuz but that’s the breaks
Hustle heavy, hustle hard
Just to get yo slice of cake
Just to get your blind sky, just to get 4 Cadillacs
Just to get your stacks a sack
With racks on racks on racks on racks
I bought my bitch a matching 9
Then I showed her how to cock it
His and hers, gold toilets
So we shittin on our profit
Bought all!
Playground just to play down
With a matchin crib, she don’t even stay there
It’s so…
I bought my bitch a Rollie just to be like me
All gold, big face, ramming 30 G’s
Small change, Rose
Now she want a crib, my nigga OK
I bought my bitch a Benz just to be like me
Matte black, cost a hundred G’s
I put the plasma on the wall too
Cuz that’s what motherfuckin bosses do
I bought my bitch a bag out of Gucci & Fipps
Told her she can get the wallet too, though many trip
Them no hit Giuseppe’s, looking right on em
In every lane the dress so tight on em
I’m checkin in the mirror at a million bucks
Every day I wake up, a mill plus
We getting money, ya’ll niggas small types
I’m reeling up, that’s the ball game
Hope she wanna be like me
Yea, she wanna be like me
A cocky money makin nigga out of Tennessee
Mister, I even throw er since the week
OG, and I’m talkin real OG
From the west coast, what the best smoke
You see, can’t too many quote with a bank row
Yea I’m straight up off the broke to the jet so
Everywhere I go, you know, she goes
That’s why…
I bought my bitch a Rollie just to be like me
All gold, big face, ramming 30 G’s
Small change, Rose
Now she want a crib, my nigga OK
I bought my bitch a Benz just to be like me
Matte black, cost a hundred G’s
I put the plasma on the wall too
Cuz that’s what motherfuckin bosses do
Small change, Rose
Now she want a crib, my nigga OK
I bought my bitch a Benz just to be like me
Matte black, cost a hundred G’s
I put the plasma on the wall too
Cuz that’s what motherfuckin bosses do
I put the plasma on the wall, stainless steel the kitchen
Yogi bear to cop it just to keep my girl from ditching
Mr. Certified, boss shit, not know trickin off shit
Even though we don’t give a fuck bout it cost shit
Pimp type, pimp J, my competition just lost, quit
Lost quit, yea, now he might just wanna get off his ass
Pay some bills, keep on getting paper still
Make a vow to your zip, always try to stay for real
Cuz day for day for days it is
Often cuz but that’s the breaks
Hustle heavy, hustle hard
Just to get yo slice of cake
Just to get your blind sky, just to get 4 Cadillacs
Just to get your stacks a sack
With racks on racks on racks on racks
I bought my bitch a matching 9
Then I showed her how to cock it
His and hers, gold toilets
So we shittin on our profit
Bought all!
Playground just to play down
With a matchin crib, she don’t even stay there
It’s so…
I bought my bitch a Rollie just to be like me
All gold, big face, ramming 30 G’s
Small change, Rose
Now she want a crib, my nigga OK
I bought my bitch a Benz just to be like me
Matte black, cost a hundred G’s
I put the plasma on the wall too
Cuz that’s what motherfuckin bosses do
I bought my bitch a bag out of Gucci & Fipps
Told her she can get the wallet too, though many trip
Them no hit Giuseppe’s, looking right on em
In every lane the dress so tight on em
I’m checkin in the mirror at a million bucks
Every day I wake up, a mill plus
We getting money, ya’ll niggas small types
I’m reeling up, that’s the ball game
Hope she wanna be like me
Yea, she wanna be like me
A cocky money makin nigga out of Tennessee
Mister, I even throw er since the week
OG, and I’m talkin real OG
From the west coast, what the best smoke
You see, can’t too many quote with a bank row
Yea I’m straight up off the broke to the jet so
Everywhere I go, you know, she goes
That’s why…
I bought my bitch a Rollie just to be like me
All gold, big face, ramming 30 G’s
Small change, Rose
Now she want a crib, my nigga OK
I bought my bitch a Benz just to be like me
Matte black, cost a hundred G’s
I put the plasma on the wall too
Cuz that’s what motherfuckin bosses do
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