550 Songtext
von Oliver Francis

Just one instrumental and some weed is all I need and I′m gone
550 all on my feet, you know they're Aimé Leon
Celebrate this life, roll one tight, spend 10k on weed and ice
Marble floors and floor to ceiling windows for the all natural light
I love this shit, I′m always saying that, staying back
Count up least 'bout fifty thousand, a million's what we aiming at
Go ′head, get your money and don′t let nobody judge you
Leather lookin' lovely, Prada sunnies when I come through


Slide in the Chevy with the butterfly doors
I′m getting money, I'm just lettin′ y'all know
See me ride in the foreign with thе chrome Forgiato′s
I live my life up on a high notе
Baby, we can slide in the Chevy with the butterfly doors
I'm getting money, I'm just lettin′ y′all know
See my ride in the foreign with the chrome Forgiato's
Let up the clutch and pin the throttle

We poppin′ bottles, that's all that I know
One thing don′t change, I'm taking my gang wherever I go
I swear to God I could weigh out a ounce with both my eyes closed
That ice cream paint job on my whip look like gelato
I keep me a ounce of Kush in my door panel, max the gas in Birkin sandals
Feel like Ashton Kutcher, rockin′ trucker caps and vintage flannels
Sit sun in Miami, ain't no tellin' what we up to
(Try to understand me, drippin′ candy when I come through)


Slide in the Chevy with the butterfly doors
I′m getting money, I'm just lettin′ y'all know
See my ride in the foreign with the chrome Forgiato′s
I live my life up on a high note
Baby, we can slide in the Chevy with the butterfly doors
I'm getting money, I′m just lettin' y'all know
See my ridin′ in the foreign with the chrome Forgiato′s
Let up the clutch and pin the throttle, yeah, yeah