Letra de 30

Aye, gang in this bitch we not related Yeah, all my old niggas hate that I made it Yeah I'm flexing on these bitches They can't take it I'm Cuban Doll, what's shaking? I got that bacon Big B's for them hoes throwing them C's Double G's on my feet, I be t'd Watch me count this money up, while I sleep Skrrt, skrrt, bitch I'll pass you in a Jeep I got that heater for a bitch that want to meet her Pour my lean up in a two liter Slide down, all in a two seater Knocking bitches out the park, Derek Jeter I ain't cuffing on these niggas they some cheaters But they still tripping on the Aquafina Aye, flexing on these bitches they can't take it Cuban Doll, yeah I came up, I am the greatest In designer jeans I rock the latest Same niggas that hate on me, watched me made it It's too late, you had your chance, I can't save you Table turn, now the jokes all on you Thirty on my waist might catch a case I'll shoot you dead in the face Aye, ride pass you in the fucking wraith Cuban Savage I be stunting like my daddy He was never there for me, watch how I did you Gang in this bitch, we give bitches blues They can't fuck with us, they don't have a clue They whole family gone end up on the news Thirty on my waist, I might catch a case, what? Thirty on my waist, I might catch a case, case Thirty on my waist, I might catch a case, aye Thirty on my waist, I might catch a case, aye