Lyrics Adt - Wdng Crshrs

Crib got off rap, whip got off rap
Bank account got racks, Cardo on the track.
Push my fini like a new Gallardo that's a fact.
You TD its a fact, sipping Jamie or Jack.
Mom and pops split up, imma marry this money.
Imma keep me some hundreds, imma keep it one hundred.
WDNG you can sleep if you wanna.
You'll be sleep in a coffin.
I'mma ball like the heat.
I'm in the field like a dolphin.
Keep it real wit ya self.
Keep it one wit ya people, fronting gets you nowhere.
Teachers plas they degrees, It took me more than four years.
Young how he get here?
Yeah bitch we in here.
Got the crib off the swoosh, check off the swoosh.
See me in the club all talk, Mack a douche.
Pull up to the club in that 01 Infiniti,
Fuck the club up cuz I dont like coming here anyway.
Fuel band on and the pink rings glistening.
Me and Quentin Miller got them bitches here, we shit on them.
That niggas a star and she still chose the boy.
Gotdamn I'm on the bar and shes on the boy.
Ok
Shes on the girl, imma rock her world, she gone be a 1317 hot girl.
Sandle boys nigga I got the benacise on with the star.
Hey, And shorty stack the bank got no flaws.
This aint ADT dont play me girl dont be alarmed.
Everything go from the bars to charm.
This ain't ADT dont be alarmed MAC.