G Wagon Ringtones

Uh, yeah Uh, whoop-whoop, trey Aye this one right here ain't even about the money bruh Already know, yeah Let's do this shit one more time on these niggas man Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging Uh, and my wrist look like a disco Uh, translation I'm the shit ho Uh, half a ticket at your mama house Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave Uh, I made a million with that microwave Trey right back to shining on these pussy niggas Uh, been a minute, perfect timing on these pussy niggas Uh, ask about me state to state, bitch ain't nothing to fake Uh, they know my new estate, yeah it got a lake Bitch got a camera phone and she taking pictures Bitch I'm shell shocked, it's making me suspicious Right outside the spot, I'm like "fuck em" And if I cut the nigga off you know I didn't trust him Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging Uh, and my wrist look like a disco Uh, translation I'm the shit ho Uh, half a ticket at your mama house Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave Uh, I made a million with that microwave These bitches on me, huh These bitches want me, huh They ain't gonna holler at you niggas cause you phony, huh Well you ain't never lie Yeah bitch I'm certified I lost a million ran up, shit left me traumatized You out here ball capping you like them rap niggas I'm in the zone wrapping, I'm like them trap niggas I'm sitting on new leather, I'm screaming "who better?" You came with that nigga? Bitch you should do better What's happening? Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging Uh, and my wrist look like a disco Uh, translation I'm the shit ho Uh, half a ticket at your mama house Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave Uh, I made a million with that microwave Arm and hammer, here we go, here we go He gon' be mad at him (why?) water on the floor Told my jeweler "go make it flow", that water on my wrist Canary diamonds in that motherfucker, I like yellow piss Uh, glass handle, glass pot Bounce back, yeah, I'm sir miss a lot Looking at my Rollie, that bitch say 6 o'clock That duffle bag from Wal-Mart that bitch hold 60 blocks, trey Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging Uh, and my wrist look like a disco Uh, translation I'm the shit ho Uh, half a ticket at your mama house Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave Uh, I made a million with that microwave I just want to give a shoutout to all the niggas that turned their back on me. All the niggas that switched sides on me. All the niggas that ran to the other side like the grass is greener. Haha I want to shout out you pussy niggas, you'll see me ball. You will see me ball, you bitch ass niggas what's happening?

You and me, we both live life at full speed Into the sea, when we collide, no one walks away easy I never thought you'd be the one I never meant to take your heart I never fell so hard I never meant to be the one I never thought I'd break your heart Break your heart Heart Break your heart Break your heart Break your heart Break your heart Heart Break your heart Break your heart Break your heart Break your heart Break your heart Break your heart And after the stars have crumbled to dust We still feel the (?) burning in us, burning in us And it hurts so bad, but it doesn't mean it's wrong, no no 'Cause after the storm, you'll see the sun, you'll see the sun You'll see the sun You'll see the sun You'll see the sun You'll see the sun