[Intro]
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Winners Circle
[Chorus]
House by the lake, my mother straight, ayy, nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my double cup, codeine in my bladder
I never said that it was easy climbing the ladder
I came a long way from the corner, yeah, that's actual factors
I bought a brand new Birkin bag for my main thing
I got way more than I ever had, so no, I can't complain
No, you can't be my main, so baby, maintain
See, I be coolin' with the Crips and we be smoking dank
[Verse 1]
Lil Timmy quick to empty clips like this the shooting range
Them niggas don't know how it feel to be walking through rain, ayy
Leeky caught five years, I miss my main man
'Cause I'll spend a whole five mil' to get him out them chains
Forty thousand on baguetties, 'preciate Johnny Dang
I ain't with the he-say she-say, tell you like a man
Even if I had a hundred mil', I swear I'd still be the same
Young project baby from Eastville, still on the corner I claim
I might hit the mall with the fellas
I promise we gon' all ball together, we gon' all ball together
I told 'em off the wall ain't no pressure
We gon' stack it tall and get this cheddar, it gon' be better
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Winners Circle
[Chorus]
House by the lake, my mother straight, ayy, nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my double cup, codeine in my bladder
I never said that it was easy climbing the ladder
I came a long way from the corner, yeah, that's actual factors
I bought a brand new Birkin bag for my main thing
I got way more than I ever had, so no, I can't complain
No, you can't be my main, so baby, maintain
See, I be coolin' with the Crips and we be smoking dank
[Verse 1]
Lil Timmy quick to empty clips like this the shooting range
Them niggas don't know how it feel to be walking through rain, ayy
Leeky caught five years, I miss my main man
'Cause I'll spend a whole five mil' to get him out them chains
Forty thousand on baguetties, 'preciate Johnny Dang
I ain't with the he-say she-say, tell you like a man
Even if I had a hundred mil', I swear I'd still be the same
Young project baby from Eastville, still on the corner I claim
I might hit the mall with the fellas
I promise we gon' all ball together, we gon' all ball together
I told 'em off the wall ain't no pressure
We gon' stack it tall and get this cheddar, it gon' be better
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