THROUGH YA CITY (Explicit)

Yeah yeah

Yeah uh

Let's go

P-Town’s finest

Bow to your highness

I’m a hidden treasure from the rough came a diamond

Queen on the board like a fine wine, timeless

Can’t stop The Reign

Through the storm still shining

Ball till we fall

See me move through the paint

Do my Diddy dance all the way to the bank

Wish a nigga would try to tell me I can’t

Salute the vet

Don’t make me pull my rank

G-g-g-get ‘em, girl

Yeah add pressure

Paralyzing with paragraphs

Break bills

Stack, pack ‘em like arts & crafts

Sit back & witness how I set the path

Gotta no pity for shitty hating barrels of crabs

My committee sit pretty, live, love & laugh

Got the gift & the curse

Michael Jackson bad

Black Reign the weather

Forever get the bag

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it

Cause I can’t take none of it with me

I’m a bad boy

Feeling like Diddy

Call me Rawlings

I be balling through ya city

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it

Cause I can’t take none of it with me

I’m a bad boy

Feeling like Diddy

Call me Rawlings

I be balling through ya city

Black Reign back again

Qweze just picked me up off the plane

Jet to the studio & made the flames

Flows still bang but they ain't the same

David Blaine, magic, mane

Mystery to some but the proof is plain

Poof like a wraith in the speeding lane

Frank Abingale

Catch me if you can

Close to 50 with grand babies

Good credit & a bad lady

Used to be broke & crazy shady

Then I switched coasts & made a 180

Sacrifice but I had to do it

Just to break free of the stagnant movement

Something in my soul brought me back to music

Now I’m throwing up dough like I’m allergic to it

Quit the drinking, cleared my thinking

Eyes so wide like I’m barely blinking

Money set us free like President Lincoln

Fam got the champagne glasses clinking

What was you thinking?

That we won't linking

If Sho the navigator

Then the ship ain't sinking

Quite the contrary

All my stars are twinkling

So I can feed the fam off the deals we inking - ha

Stormy weather

Better grab your umbrella

We run dees MCs

Probably be together forever

If 3 is company

Look at me as Jack Tripper

In the stores making it rain

Like the sales ladies are strippers, cmon

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it

Cause I can’t take none of it with me

I’m a bad boy

Feeling like Diddy

Call me Rawlings

I be balling through ya city

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it

Cause I can’t take none of it with me

I’m a bad boy

Feeling like Diddy

Call me Rawlings

I be balling through ya city

I pulled up in that Benz

Like lil mama get in

She said got damn, Big Qweezy, baby

Black Reign brought you some ends

I said bitch mind your biz

Tell your 2 friends to get in

The way that lil mama licking her lips

I’ma fuck you & your friends (that’s right)

Yeah

Sugar daddy like I’m Santa Claus, yup

Ditty bopping to your daughter house, yeah

Birkin bag for the mother-in-law

I brought the grandpa a lawn mower

Ballin’ outta control bitch, yup

Billfold won’t fold bitch, nah

Money phone that little shit, yeah

QSL all on that sailed ship

Montego Bay with bout 4 bitches

Got my Reigns on & my chains on

Bitch I think that I’m Rick James

Spending money till my fucking mind gone

Ball till I fall

Watch me slide through the paint

Do my Diddy dance all the way to the bank

Love when these niggas try to tell me I can’t

Look bitch don’t make me pull my rank

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it

Cause I can’t take none of it with me

I’m a bad boy

Feeling like Diddy

Call me Rawlings

I be balling through ya city

I-I-I-I make this money just to spend it

Cause I can’t take none of it with me

I’m a bad boy

Feeling like Diddy

Call me Rawlings

I be balling through ya city