Toast It Up - Prada Mack & Geechi

Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah In the penthouse sixty levels up With some hoes that I can't cuff, yeah I got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can't trust, yeah Niggas thinking that they tough They don't wanna play with us, damn Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah From the outside looking in they think the kid made it I ain't ever witnessed so much damn hatred Gotta get a grill for these dead faces Thinking 'bout that money got my mind racing Time is running out, I'm running out of patience Come down to that paper, you gon' grind ain't you? They play with one of your partners, you gon' ride ain't you? We gon' take it over, this is our nation I'ma ride that Rover, I need high maintenance Specialty executive, it's so spacious I'm so used to this, I don't do nothing basic Chanel on your feet, I know you love pacin' Whatever you do don't give it up baby Whatever you do don't give it up baby Go clean up, I got hundreds in the tub baby Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah In the penthouse sixty levels up With some hoes that I can't cuff, yeah I got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can't trust, yeah Niggas thinking that they tough They don't wanna play with us, damn Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah I don't see no one but us, I don't seem to worry much I been high inside the clouds I can feel 'em and touch They've been praying on my down, they don't wanna see me up I done took so many fouls, now they seem keep me tough I ain't coming with no bluff, niggas know I ain't letting up I been in and out of town, doing shows and stacking bucks Moving slow and sippin' Tuss, Hi-Tech and actin' up We gon' pour a pint, my niggas all litty Toastin' up 'cause we 'bout to make more millis Hundreds in the bank, I need them blue benjis Put you in the latest Jimmy Choo baby They say this money gonna drive us all crazy Paper done put pressure on my old lady Broke your heart and had to buy a new Mercedes Working hard, geekin', can't stop getting faded Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah In the penthouse sixty levels up With some hoes that I can't cuff, yeah I got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can't trust, yeah Niggas thinking that they tough They don't wanna play with us, damn Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah