No Amiris Songtext
von Peezy & Key Glock

Ha, ha, ha
Young rich nigga, man
I might just retire all my Amiris
I might burn them bitches in a pile, you dig?
(I can′t even quit playin', it′s just like, you know?)
Patched up, nigga
I'm patched up (I'm that that′s passed up)

Two thousand for the jeans, nah, these ain′t Amiris
We the richest young niggas in the whole fuckin' city
Say my name one time, watch this bitch get litty, yeah
Got the city on lock, run this bitch like Diddy, yeah


Got the city on lock
Came through with every type of foreign
Every year when the city get hot
I be flyin′ first class, I don't sit on no block
I can tell how you talk, you ain′t never been shot
I can tell how you move, you ain't never been watched
Feds did a sweep, everybody finna talk
When it come down to me, I′ma take my own charge
But I ain't goin' back to jail, I done came too far

I′m a real life star
′Less they got 35 racks for a nigga, I ain't goin′ in the bar
'Fore I take a bitch home, I′ll fuck her in a car
Can't drop her ass off ′cause I live too far
'Fore I made it off rap, I was runnin' up the cards
Niggas still can′t believe that I made it on the charts
Never graduated school, buyin′ brand-new cars
Red key, push a button, tap the gas, and it start, yeah

Two thousand for the jeans, nah, these ain't Amiris
We the richest young niggas in the whole fuckin′ city
Say my name one time, watch this bitch get litty, yeah
Got the city on lock, run this bitch like Diddy, yeah


You can call me Glock or call me Big Key (Glizock)
I don't fuck with rat, no Stuarts, no Mickeys (uh-uh)
Three hundred racks on the chain, no pendant (yeah)
Got a billion dollars on my mind and I′ma get it (yeah)
Been gettin' to the money, I don′t plan on quittin'
Ayy, what's-his-name died, and they said I did it (shh)
I′II take a nigga bitch and give her back like I rented
I just hopped in my bag and this just the beginnin′

We don't fuck with that block, so you know we gon′ spin it
Don't care ′bout the ticket, my nigga, I spend it (yup)
Still be in the trap, that shit open like Denny's
Championship ring on my pinky, we winnin′ (yeah, uh)
Prada set on but it look like some Dickies (uh)
You know I'm that nigga, my bitch got them bitches (yup)
I keep that shit on, ayy, who fuckin' with me?
Chrome Heart patches on me like I′m Christian

Two thousand for the jeans, nah, these ain′t Amiris (yah, yah, yah, yeah)
We the richest young niggas in the whole fuckin' city
Say my name one time, watch this bitch get litty, yeah
Got the city on lock, run this bitch like Diddy, yeah

(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)