Standing On Ferraris

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I put that on Piru

Yo Game, let's go

I've been shot stabbed, left for dead

Walked through every hood in LA

Bandana on my head, guarantee that shit was red

Machetes and them choppers out, bitches with their knockers out

I done fucked ‘em all, that’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nigga

From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts

Yeah, that’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nigga

In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti

That’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nigga

Ran the west for a decade nigga, check the bio

Gave you Cincinnati fitteds like I get it in Ohio

Autographs on the vinyl made the Lamb albino

Straight away in the Wraith, that's a Peyton Manning spiral

You lookin' at your idol, Jesus wrote the Bible

Yeezus, that's my Nike town rival

Dare a nigga try me now, like why me now

Lookin' for Red Octobers, I will tie him down

Stay laced, spit nothin' but based, yeah

All my shit bump like Craig Mack face

Ask your favorite bitch how my dick taste

Ask your neighbor's bitch how my dick taste

Don't take orders, I dictate

Get your shit straight, dickface

Perpetual Rollies with the big face

I got 'em lovin' the movement

Beard so long, I'm feelin' like Rick Rubin

I've been shot stabbed, left for dead

Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head

Guarantee that shit was red

Machetes and them choppers out

Bitches with their knockers out

I done fucked ‘em all, that’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nigga

From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts

Yeah, that’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nigga

In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti

That’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nigga

Top floor at the Biltmore

Say they want a war, shit, that’s what I’m built for

Loungin’, Miami with the eye candy

Bitches names Sandy and Bambi, my exes can’t stand me

God blessed the nigga with more swag than Jigga

More hoes than Trigga, Trigga know, that’s my nigga though

Figure four down, Figueroa

Rick Flair Phantom

All red flannel, niggas don’t hit me though

Spit on models, R.Kelly, piss on the center fold

Ever since Doc showed me a billion in a envelope

Love Jimmy, fuck Interscope

I’m a don, walk outside, naked, Cuban cigar and Louboutins, huh

Shit on my lawn, snakes in the grass

I hear ‘em slitherin’ and hissin’ whenever I pass

Ridin’ ‘round in somethin’ French; Khloe Kardash’

Two-hundred on the dash, that’s your ass

I've been shot stabbed, left for dead

Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head

Guarantee that shit was red

Machetes and them choppers out

Bitches with their knockers out

I done fucked ‘em all, that’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nigga

From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts

Yeah, that’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nigga

In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti

That’s why I’m standing on Ferraris, nigga

Yo, this nigga Game bought me a motherfuckin’ red Ferrari for my birthday, nigga. (I put that on Piru)

Told me I was honorary. (Put that on Piru) I said, nigga, I’m with whatever with this motherfuckin’ red Ferrari, nigga. Yeah, I’ll take it. Nigga, Game givin’ out red Ferraris for no reason, it was just a Tuesday.

A motherfuckin' Tuesday. Niggas said happy Tuesday, Puff. Now that nigga wanna stand on my Ferrari every day. Now that nigga wanna stand on my motherfuckin' Ferrari all the time.

Drivin' down the street with Hype Williams shootin' a video. We ain't even shootin' a video, we just motherfuckin' ridin' down the street, this nigga got Hype Williams shootin' and shit. See this what happens when that East meets West, we get together, know what I'm sayin'?

Say fuck the rest, we start partyin' and bullshittin', havin' a good time, throwin' pool parties and shit.

Niggas start buyin' niggas from the East Coast Ferraris and shit, shit all good, red Ferraris at that, nigga. Shit, ain't got no time for no other shit, I just got time to get this motherfuckin' money man. Get this money with me man.

So that's what we decided to do so now we gettin' more money than anybody and everybody. And the only color that we motherfuckin' at the end of the day gonna beef over is that motherfuckin' green motherfucker