LYRIC

Intro:
Bout to peel out…
Way to stars…

Hook:
All these slaves know we get money, ‘bout to peel out. (Till I die)
We don’t trust these fake shit niggas, fucked ‘em bald lie. (Way to stars)
We put our hearts in this shit, you know we been winners. (I swear to God)
Now we been winners in this shit, ‘bout to peel out
Yeah! We don’t trust this fake shit!
Yeah! We put our souls in this shit!
Yeah! We put our hearts in this shit!
Yeah! Now we winners in this shit! Yeah

Verse:
All these slaves know we get money, ‘bout to peel out. (Cash)
We on the way, we go to top, ‘bout to peel out. (Top)
Always shootin’ dices on ‘em bones with ‘em killers. (Trap)
Middle finger up, I’m cash up with my killers. (Killas)
I used that hoe, nigga tell me that your wife. (Wife)
Pull up in Ghost, we came from the dimes. (Dimes)
Flexin’ on that bitch, ain't gone waste no time. (skrr)
I ain’t gone waste no time, just like make a thous. (Thous)
Slide with my crew, thousand dollars on the roof
I’m ridin’ around in the coupe. (vrrm)
Fuck ya’ niggas ain’t true. (tru) My haters cry, we don’t shoot. (Shoot)
Muddy spill in the cup. (Cup) “Way to Stars” in the mood. (Yeah)
Hook:
All these slaves know we get money, ‘bout to peel out. (Till I die)
We don’t trust these fake shit niggas, fucked ‘em bald lie. (Way to stars)
We put our hearts in this shit, you know we been winners. (I swear to God)
Now we been winners in this shit, ‘bout to peel out
Yeah! We don’t trust this fake shit!
Yeah! We put our souls in this shit!
Yeah! We put our hearts in this shit!
Yeah! Now we winners in this shit! Yeah

Verse:
Hey, let me know, if you want fuck with me. (Hoe)
Pretty bitch wants to fly with me. (Fuck ‘em)
Dry spells blow your mind, Hennessey. (Damn)
I’m live in these greedy fantasies. (Ice)
Foreigns all in my legacy, they remember my legacy. (Bank)
Bag on the floor that Loui V. (Bag)
Cookin’ in a traphouse, pop a pills, (Xans)
Dawg, you know, for them dope, (What?)
Broke nigga ready make many kills. (Kills)
Broke nigga loosed hope, used to this. (Broke)
Broke nigga ready make many kills
How many niggas gon’ slide with me?
How many niggas gon’ ride with me?
How many hoes gon’ fuck with me?
How many shooters gon’ stay with me?
Hook:
All these slaves know we get money, ‘bout to peel out. (Till I die)
We don’t trust these fake shit niggas, fucked ‘em bald lie. (Way to stars)
We put our hearts in this shit, you know we been winners. (I swear to God)
Now we been winners in this shit, ‘bout to peel out
Yeah! We don’t trust this fake shit!
Yeah! We put our souls in this shit!
Yeah! We put our hearts in this shit!
Yeah! Now we winners in this shit! Yeah

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