paroles de chanson Gps - Devo

I can′t put her in no Prada
I ain't had no money
I needed the help, I ain′t helping none
Now they all have hands out
Imma getting higher, gotta move smarter
I'm making all this money
All I can do is flex these dollars
I was down
The streets are getting harder
Gotta move smarter
I'm making all this money
All I can do is flex these dollars
I was down bad
Now I can go and pull my car
I can′t put her in no Prada
I was locked up
She kept on sayin′ that I'm washed up
Getting into that bag, y′all niggas can't stop us
I ain′t had no money
I needed the help, I ain't helping none
Now they all have hands out
Man, I must be fucked up
My father always told me ′watch your friends 'cause they be onto sum'
Same niggas I trusted are the same niggas that went and snaked me
Try that shit again, you get hit up by my 33
Y′all niggas be hoes, on the code
Y′all can't fuck with me
Long live Van
Yeah, that nigga really kept a G
From the DMV, in the strees
Gotta keep the peace
Niggas wanna smoke,
Now these girls wanna squash the beef
I be finding all these names all up in my sleeves
Twelve give a hundred to this day, they ain′t catching me
I don't need to put a bag on you bitch
I will get you stressfull for free
All these mans are talking crazy
Put ′em on a T
They wanna Glock with 30
Yeah that shit looks sweet
Take on a Mangnum and spin it everyday of the week
Bitch...
The streets are getting harder
Gotta move smarter
I'm making all this money
All I can do is flex these dollars
I was down bad
Now I can go and pull my car
I can′t put her in no Prada
I was locked up
She kept on sayin' that I'm washed up
Getting into that bag, y′all niggas can′t stop us
I ain't had no money
I needed the help, I ain′t helping none
Now they all have hands out
Man, I must be fucked up
My father always told me 'watch your friends ′cause they be onto sum'
She getting crazy
Nigga told me he′s clashing, LOL creative
How about a cop get a shoot and nigga's blocks shady
The streets don't love you so out and fuck it
I think it′s God′s sayin'
We ridin′ down the block
Fishing for the opps
Swear like this, we can't take one of the odds
Don′t worry about me
Bitch, play your part
I'm on the block with a big ass glock
Hey ya, P, gon′ blew two shots
I might go slop and hit that car
Everytime I grab a new brain in the block
Inside of it there's a tactical gun and a hobby
We throwing all bullets, hand style
Made all this money, I cannot stop
Last time I get it, let's get to the top
That boy ambitious and I got high
BM on his hands, makes the bodies drop
Getting them all over it, over that car
Dream someday I′ll go to the block, and free all...
The streets are getting harder
Gotta move smarter
I′m making all this money
All I can do is flex these dollars
I was down bad
Now I can go and pull my car
I can't put her in no Prada
I was locked up
She kept on sayin′ that I'm washed up
Getting into that bag, y′all niggas can't stop us
I ain′t had no money
I needed the help, I ain't helping none
Now they all have hands out
Man, I must be fucked up
My father always told me 'watch your friends ′cause they be onto sum
You gotta watch your friends ′cause they be onto 'sum
I can′t put her in no Prada
I ain't had no money
I needed the help, I ain′t helping none
Now they all have hands out
Man, I must be fucked up