[Chorus]I don't get weak in the kneesHundreds spread out like a fanVert feel like some Gucci sandalsOpen the sky, get a handfulTorso marked up like a vandalHow you not fuckin’ with cash?God gave you what you could handle[Próxima Parte][Refrão]Gave you what you could handleI got the grip like the handleAnd I'm bikin'I'm bikin' with me and my DanielHades got the angelsTV's got the angles[Próxima Parte]I'm brakin' got[Verse 2]Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-moMaybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70sHow can I be burr around L.A. coast?The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broochOn my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toastThe first wedding that I've been in my twentiesThinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to ownMaybe the government got nothin' to do with itThinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goesThink I want me a lil' one that look like my cloneMe and my baby can't do on our ownI landed a trick, got my impossiblesI'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose24 hours like they never closeI'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeahSince Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, oohI'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rodSavage, I'm bikin', yeah[Verse 3]Transition lightning (ascending)Ashes and remnants of ballersBody just guttedA Bentley that used to be flawlessI'm high up, the raindrops keep fallingScattered, the showersDon't scaffold the towersI'm up, mom, I promiseIn class with the honorsNo cheat like I'm honestAnd how did I become so accomplished?'cause I don't see foesI just see a codeI just see a holeChinks in your armorLike Pac in the HummerLike Jigga in the summerLeft the house like ObamaHit the road like a runnerHit the road like Road RunnerI'm biking, I'm biking, I'm biking[Chorus]I don't get weak in the knees[Próxima Parte][Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]I'm brakin'[Outro]Got, got me fucked upGot a million dollar bikeGot a million dollar bikeGot, got me fucked upGot me fucked up, upMillion dollar bikeGot, got me fucked up, upMillion dollar bikeGot, got me fucked upGot a million dollar bikeGot a million dollar bikeGot, got me fucked upGot me fucked up, upMillion dollar bikeGot, got me fucked up, up
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[Chorus]
I don't get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
[Próxima Parte]
[Refrão]
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I'm bikin'
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV's got the angles
[Próxima Parte]
I'm brakin' got
[Verse 2]
Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo
Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast
The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can't do on our own
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose
24 hours like they never close
I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah
[Verse 3]
Transition lightning (ascending)
Ashes and remnants of ballers
Body just gutted
A Bentley that used to be flawless
I'm high up, the raindrops keep falling
Scattered, the showers
Don't scaffold the towers
I'm up, mom, I promise
In class with the honors
No cheat like I'm honest
And how did I become so accomplished?
'cause I don't see foes
I just see a code
I just see a hole
Chinks in your armor
Like Pac in the Hummer
Like Jigga in the summer
Left the house like Obama
Hit the road like a runner
Hit the road like Road Runner
I'm biking, I'm biking, I'm biking
[Outro]
Got, got me fucked up
Got a million dollar bike
Got a million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up
Got a million dollar bike
Got a million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up, up
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