Текст песни Impala - Menelik

Hit the road with a shorty I'm in the wind though
I been gone a month so where yo ends go
Bet the house on me baby thats not a joke
Won't come back broke
I used to want an impala and not then benz though
All the pretty girls holler I aint they man they though
Baby I do dance it's to my own beat
Say you love me to death well come show me

Still livin yo life like its some rules to it
Im gettin top wit ice cause baby into it
She just wanna keep me happy I want the same thang
Check my pinky ring
Pour the poison to make a ugly bitch turn bad
Not for me but my mans he a hit that
Won't pop no percs but the blonde got some up in her bag
Im stayin clean you got tequila I'll tip that
I feel better on trips so ima spend some
Aint do my taxes but i got income
I aint trickin on you baby that is not a given
Aint took a flight in a month and now my body itchin
Ima a real runner I'm a real bro
Sprinkled coffee on fake money and made more
Then I picked up a cam and got a real glow
Watch me do my dance and let the hood know

Hit the road with a shorty I'm in the wind though
I been gone a month so where yo ends go
Bet the house on me baby thats not a joke
Won't come back broke
I used to want an impala and not then benz though
All the pretty girls holler I aint they man they though
Baby I do dance it's to my own beat
Say you love me to death well come show me

It's 730 get up, girl wassup, aye where yo blouse at
Like you don't got somewhere to be like where yo house at
Come on give me a line to the farm your daddy own
Call up Twuan and we can get last ones gone
Im a hustle, fast slow
Instead of hating take a method ya cash a grow
When I was down on my ass they aint all act right
Have yo way with her friends and its a fast life
Now I make plays on any game tho
And I get paid like it's a cheat code
Take L's you bounce back today
Can't win if you ain't in the game
Im still here giggin I gotta thank lord
My right hand switched never seen him before
Stick to the plan don't gotta abort
If they letting niggas in we kicking the door

Hit the road with a shorty I'm in the wind though
I been gone a month so where yo ends go
Bet the house on me baby thats not a joke
Won't come back broke
I used to want an impala and not then benz though
All the pretty girls holler I aint they man they though
Baby I do dance it's to my own beat
Say you love me to death well come show me