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Flow masters, top down

Gold Daytona's, I ride around

(When we in my 5.0)

Swap Meet, Venice Beach

You looking broke, not me

I'm riding big, I'm shining big

I hit her phone, come by the crib

We in the pool, I slid it in

I slid it in, I slid it in

I take a quick shower then hit again

That fat chocolate ass is like m&m's

I got red hoes, I got yellow bones

This the yellow album, rocking yellow stones

OpM is the new Roc-A-Fella holmes

My niggas in DC be rocking hella foams

I get my grind on, in different time zones

Man, counting all this money got my mind gone

I feel like Derrick Rose, in the rarest clothes

$400 for the jeans, I bought two pair of those

Y'all be sharing hoes, we comparing hoes

I told her start working out; I'm just preparing hoes

For the limelight, get yo mind right

You still buying Louis bags, bitch you all hype

White, Black, Asian, fat, I got all types

As long as they riding we'll be all right

Flow masters, top down

Gold Daytona's, I ride around

(When we in my 5.0)

Ok callers, we gone go 'head and open up these phone lines

I need y'all to call in and let me know what y'all wanna hear tonight

If you with somebody, you want me to put something on, we gone do that for you

Right now what we gone do though, I'm a need everybody to call in

If you ain't got nobody we need everybody to describe they perfect person

And what would you say to that perfect person if given a chance

How important is conversation?

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you

Get down with you, get down with you

Yo, call Tisha phone

Play this while you sleep so you never really sleep alone

I'm keeping on to the break of dawn

If the pussy tight stopped at the light

Bagged your wife caught her looking twice

She said "yea Dom go head boy you looking right"

Know I got my stripes I could never live a rookie life

Still tryna get up in the nookie plus her cookies nice

She give me private shows and don't have to pay the booking price

Tasha wanna give me 2 mil for the booking rights

If I lived in New York I'd probably be the Brooklyn type

Niggas from the hood don't be acting all shook at night

Tattoo tears and niggas never even took a life

I swear to y'all niggas nowadays don't be looking right

It's girls in the kitchen that don't be cooking right

With so much drama from my old Bm

It's kinda hard being from this fucking OpM

And that's real

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you

I need an interview; I'm tryna get down with you

Get down with you, get down with you

You know what I'm saying? Now look at me

Now look at me you know when I was little I used to hop in my dad's

Back then they would have the little 325's, you know stuff like that, them type of cars

You would hop in and be like man, look at the leather, look at the buttons

This is it, this is living it

That didn't seem that long ago and now it's like

My dad get in my car and man this is like being in a jet