Young Sam Like Whoa Lyrics

Can't stop, won't stop like a young gun
Other niggas want pussy, I want funds
Paper chaser stay in shape when my pack is not
When I die, bury me in a bank vault
If you ain't talking about hundreds, I ain't listening
Y'all constipated, y'all know nigga been the sit
Start to my whole team, nigga rich
AK make a nigga body do a flip
Except he ain't shit, they say he ain't clutched
A nigga riding out then I shoot like Kobe
Dope boys fresh catching balls like goalies
I do not trust you, we are not roadies
We in Lamborghini rocking polo horses
We started from a side now we rocking in Porsches
I'm a superstar so she wanna take a portrait
Niggas hating on me, why? 'Cause you is not important
Gold chain on, got me looking like Mr. T
Put my gold grill in then I turn to Master P
I be flexing, I be really flexing, I be really texting
Your bitch on the low, hoe, fucking with me, suicidal
I might suicide the hoes, whole team tatted up
We be throwing up at foes, get that money, never will I splurge on a hoe
Got that foreign at the light, all them jealous ass niggas like whoa
Soon dike, seven on the come, man, they be like whoa
Bad bitch in my whip, break a nigga whip, they be like whoa
Walking VIP, turn it up, everybody like whoa
Smoking gasoline, hit her once, man, them niggas like whoa