Lyrics Rumors 3 - Lil Migo

Toast up nigga got a bottle in the air
I finally can say a nigga done made it
Toast up nigga got more money than ever
I can tell most of these niggas hated
Hold up nigga put my dogs on a level
We all gone ball out like the Pacers
Switching out cars yeah the latest
Walk a different light moving on different pavement
50 shots in this car when I move gotta move like I'm the president
I don't need practice I ball like I know I'm the best in it
She want to fuck cause I have this gold on my neck
The treasury ran up this money I can't let a bitch come
And try to get the best of me come try take me lil nigga
Try to come snake me lil nigga
I got a K with me nigga
I feel like I'm Adolf lil nigga reason I run with them killers
I point & they aiming them missiles they on your head for a nickel
I guarantee bet they won't miss you
Remember all them times I was done bad
Couldn't call nobody young nigga fucked up
How a young nigga had locked up
Cash or deposit now a young nigga stuck up
Balling real hard like the Rucker
Running from the law can't let a nigga cuff us
Supercharge my motor got me fucked up
Gripping on this wheel why I'm sticking to this muscle
Nigga let's go
Losing my nigga like losing me nigga
Love that we had can't none come between
We had a vision & we had a dream to carry this money
& Share with the team balling a habit buying expensive things
Jump on a flight going overseas
Rock out a show & watch the crowd sing
I give it back I give it all up
I'm asking God can I call up
Thinking about times it was all us
Thumbing through money got my fingers sweating
I became a man when I lost my daddy
I use to stash the money in the attic
Now I go stash the money in a Patek (Iceeeee)