Peter Rosenberg - Like It's 88 lyrics

(Intro) Ridin through the city like I’m movin weight Like it’s 88, real n***as – they relate Yo fix yo face boy Uh! (Verse) These n***as ain’t sh** and these hoes ain’t neither You lyin to the people like a motherf**in preacher Everybody know that I’m buzzin like a beeper Hot 9-7 had me jumpin out of yall speakers Time is money, boy I see ya when I see ya I charge by the hand like a damn palm reader I’m stuntin like a pimp, you can call me Golie 24K, I be ballin like I’m Kobe Everybody talk sh** til yo sound come like McPhony If you lookin for me I be on the block like a goalie sponsored links Couple youngins on me and they want you to trip So it’s off with yo head if they come off with a hip, It’s that real, I’m one of the mill, you one of the mill You standin next to greatness, Playboy how it feel? Hand up a skirt of the hand on the wheel Won’t stop until I get 100 mill, what’s the deal hah? (Hook x2) Ridin through the city like it’s 88 Like we movin weight, real n***as they relate Yo fix yo face boy We bout to get this cake boy (Verse) The gold watch make a ho flock I be in them back blocks, lookin out for matlock I got the city on padlock, the world is mine In my Calvin Klein’s, feelin like Calvin Klein Ho what a feeling, money to the ceiling The illest from my hood, n***a stick, I’m drug dealin I need that money rapido, they vomit when I approach This dope in every quote, when I spit they overdose Ill – check the pocket, it’s filled with big bills Small faces take care of them small cases, no appeal Suicidal, diamond slits in a wrists It ain’t a thing, I snap my fingers then it’s off with yo b**h, don’t trip They hatin on me every chance they get Wutchu mad lil n***a? You ain’t under the pit? You a yokie, I’m a pit, man we just don’t mix You f** around and you gon get fixed, ah! (Hook x2) Ridin through the city like it’s 88 Like we movin weight, real n***as they relate Yo fix yo face boy We bout to get this cake boy