Ty Dolla Sign (Ty Dolla $ign) - XXL 2014 Freshmen Cypher Part 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] I remember at first everybody was sleeping on me I tried to wake 'em up, but they still went Tempur-Pedic on me My n***a milli is to free the homie How the f** can I go to jail with all these baby Jesus' on me? Reefer on me, visa on me, 40 on me, money on me b**hes on me, n***as lonely cause I got they ho now Wait a minute, slow now Roll that, four cars deep and switching lanes on 'em Color coded paint on 'em, f** it, go insane on 'em All white bucket interior look like c**aine, homie b**hes ain't f**ing for free if you met 'em at the flame, homie Damon Wayan shame on 'em I ain't lift a weight, but pounds gain on 'em My number still the same, homie, if you want no thing from me You can still get it for the same number Or cheaper because you know a n***a been check Up, b**hes are the only thing I'm benchpress [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] Girl, bust it open for 'em, real one Take it to the floor like I spilled some Pick it up for me real slow I can tell that you're a pro Dollar $ign from L.A, this a freestyle Just look at my outfit, I'm the sh** I ain't even rhyme, I don't give a sh** Me and Rich Homie, man, we been the sh** Caught my n***a Durk in Chicago My young n***a got all the hoes My n***a Drama up in ATL Everywhere I go you smell that weed smell Taylor Gang Pushaz Ink and you negro Aye, you hear me on the stereo Your b**h see me on that video And I bet she gon' go [Interlude: Rich Homie Quan] Got a girl, gon' go I said got a girl, we gon' go We got a girl, gon' go [Verse 3: Lil Durk] These n***as is b**hes, getting info from b**hes Go and tell it to the piggies I'm trying to get riches And stand on that business Free bro n***as stitching my kings, I was over And you lucky one penny, I put two in his lemon This 4-5 lemon, extended clip for his n***as He ain't sh** to his n***as , we go ahead and take From Quan to Ty, a safe's never safe Roll out the Glocks and we real with the apes [?] j**el on the ops, no clue as he dies ACG free the guys shirt, don't f** with the rock I'm on the block, hoping my tape don't flop And it go gold when it drop I'm not a liar, stuck T in them baggies And we risking indictment trying to get flyer Been to first cla** ticket and united 300 to Riot Murder, murder, k** k** In a jam I never squeal Label only time I deal I f** with G's , B's, Mos, Kings, Snakes, Fo's And other n***as of the mill n***a, you don't know how hunger feel Treating about a hundred mill on the corner with hundred pills [?] took them 20 years And they still doing 20 years And they ain't ever seeing 20 years [Outro: Rich Homie Quan] Shoutout to XXL