Fifty Large (feat. Strap Da Fool)

Fifty Large in a rubber band

Gucci cook the dope with his left hand

Fifty straps in a fucking van

We let them fuckas blahm

When we pull up, goin ham

Smoke a hundred grams, throw a hundred grand

Pour a half a pint in the ocean [?] (mud)

Heinz 57, niggas wanna [?]

The dope so good the salsa make you wanna lick ya hand

In the trap house, I'm with big Gucci

Fifty scraps in the bag, we got ten uzi's

I got three cellphones, all my lines ringin

I got 4 chains on, vvs's blingin

In the kitchen water whippin, pourin up the syrup

Hundred bags of the midget, comin on the 3rd

Audemars Piguet, had to flood it out

Rich nigga, but I still got a gold mouth

Racks on top of racks, nigga I'm talkin M's

Got them young niggas with straps, they shoot [?]

Yeah a country boy, tell em wait in line

Get that cash by any means, juggin all the time

Ball so hard my friends say I shouldn't have done it

Spent a million last year, yeah on some dumb shit

Spent two million last week yeah having fun bitch

Spent two million last year, icin out my whole clique

Spent, 20 million in my life, im a rich dude

If i get it to ya on the Greyhound, that's logistics

Got ya girlfriend shittin dog food, real [?]

Got a half a pint of lean in the cup, yeah I pissed it

Niggas say that they trynna stop the wop, got me twisted

Lil Darrell got retarded ass watch, like he's gifted

And that [?] that you seen in the troop, yeah I flipped it

Red with the red forgies, nigga shoulda peeped it

Got this [?] on me homey, fuck it I can't keep a secret

Im on designer all type of day, but yeah I'm sellin cheap shit

Cheap worker, a re-rocker all day, I got them cheap bricks

Louis shoes on when I run up on em, check my feet bitch

Bally boots soon as I pull up on em, on that street shit

All my belts are horseshoe Ferragamo, you should listen

Gucci pull up, paddle shiftin on em, pole position