Текст песни Under City Lights (feat. Bimpgod) - B-Eazy

Dear God, make me a bird
So I can fly far, far away from here
See I been laying dormant for a while, nigga
Just had a child
So I figured I'd buy some toys
And bring them out this year
Let's make it clear, I'm hear for the money
So when you see me
Say there go that nigga Rick Slick Diggly about his billies
God make me a man of my word
I told him I'm make a milli
Need to ask about a nigga, just tell him I'm sitting pretty
Off a sore, for the O
Or two eighths for the flat
Under these Dallas lights
I lift two eights on my back
I'll be gone, on the road
By the eighth, I'll be back
I met my nigga at the store
And put two eighths in a sack
Let me slab down the Ave
In that Champagne Jag
Them haters looking mad
Let that champagne splash
They realize it's a fact that I am better
And everybody know I'm fly
Bitch, this is lamb leather
Just as fresh as clever
Young forever, holler Rufio
Now I'm in the A, with ones like I'm Julio
Yeah, the girls in the club show me love
Shaking that ass in the cut, nigga what

If it's foreign to me
I explore and I see
Foreign currency, I exchange for the free
I could change up the key
Ain't no playing with me
Only equality, that's what I'm a see
I'm getting paid for the shit I would've did for free
But it's foreign to me, so I explore and I see
I could change up the V
Private jet, change up the sea
Scenery, shit so real to me

Plenty real with me
In the field with me
It's a drill to me
It's so real to see, yeah
It's so real to see, yeah
It's too real to me, yeah

Under the city lights