Letras 6 Figure Man - Rio Da Yung OG, Bandgang Masoe, G.T

6 Figure Man

Man, I ran a hunnid G’s up in six months\nYeah, I smoked a lot of weed, yeah, I’m off like six blunts\nHe can keep talkin' that shit and get his shit stumped\nI’ma keep pushin' 'til ice on my wristwatch (Ice)\n23, I ran up six figures, when I pull up to the scene\nThey be like «Damn, who is he?»\nHopped up in my man’s whip, like «Who's damn bro is this?»\nI’m about a whole load, and it cost six figures\nHop up in a spaceship, and I’m off to the moon\nWhen I smokin' on the dope, I steady be in my zone\nWith the sex on rodeo, five-hunnid on cologne\nBet the smell let his eyes cover it, 'cause it’s strong (Ay)\nBet the packs come from Cali' and it’s flown, not grown\nBut I’m posted in Detroit, 'cause you know that it’s my home\nPosted with my baby Ray, but ain’t shit sweet (Nah)\nPay attention what I’m sayin', but don’t turn into a geek (Nerd)\nI be in the streets, turn a hunnid to a G (Ay)\nI’ma do that ten times, fuck around and buy a Jeep\nYou know the money don’t sleep, but my baby, I don’t need her\nSent the money for the package, I can’t wait to receive it\nMy homies all got dawg shit\nA line of chalk, cross and leave, and leak him like a faucet\nWe really live it, bitch, you just talkin'\nSay you gettin' money, but shit, I can’t call it\nMan, I ran a hunnid G’s up in six months\nYeah, I smoked a lot of weed, yeah, I’m off like six blunts\nHe can keep talkin' that shit and get his shit stumped\nI’ma keep pushin' 'til ice on my wristwatch (Ice)\n23, I ran up six figures, when I pull up to the scene\nThey be like «Damn, who is he?»\nHopped up in my man’s whip, like «Who's damn bro is this?»\nI’m about a whole load, and it cost six figures\nI’m a six-figure nigga, in the hood, eatin' Mickey D’s\nBig pistol with me, whip it out and then I squeeze\nYou would think the bitch beggin', I left her on her knees\nWho out the real lemon check, I need six Ps\nI blow the hoe back 'til I’m dizzy\nTwenty-four hunnid for a mag', this is not a smitty\nHunnid rounds on they head, or I get busy\nWho got that new Benz for me, it’s 650'\nYou ain’t ever seen a hunnid pounds of grass, nigga\nYou the type of nigga 'run off with a half a chicken\nBitch said she gone, I said «Bye», I ain’t a ass kisser\nGot a whole pint of red, this might blow like a half a seven\nYou ain’t gon' never get no where, you do bad business\nPop a nigga in the streets, but in the jail, I’ll stab a nigga\nForty-five hunnid for the bottles, I grab fifty\nMake a hunnid k in prottles, I’m a bag flipper\nMan, I ran a hunnid G’s up in six months\nYeah, I smoked a lot of weed, yeah, I’m off like six blunts\nHe can keep talkin' that shit and get his shit stumped\nI’ma keep pushin' 'til ice on my wristwatch (Ice)\n23, I ran up six figures, when I pull up to the scene\nThey be like «Damn, who is he?»\nHopped up in my man’s whip, like «Who's damn bro is this?»\nI’m about a whole load, and it cost six figures