You Can Tell How I Walk feat. Rick Ross

歌詞

[Hook:] You can tell how I walk, I'm a boss You can tell how I speak, I'm a king You can tell how I walk, You can tell how I walk You can tell how I speak, I'm a king You can tell how I walk, I'm a boss You can tell how I speak, I'm a king You can tell how I walk, You can tell how I walk You can tell how I speak, I'm a king [Verse 1:] When I'm walkin up, I'm bossin up, and not even on purpose bruh You talk too much, you soft as fuck, your type I've seen it all too much You don't want no parts of us, and we know it That life of yours we'll make you cough it up, and keep going I welcome you to the danger zone And you continue on at your own risk And I ain't with the scary shit, cuz when it's on, it's on And I ain't gon be backing down for shit I'm ridin chrome going home with Hawaiian chicks I run a major operation yo shit minor at best I walk like this cuz I'm the coolest cat around this bitch And when I speak to you, king shit is all you get nigga [Hook 2:Repeat1] [Verse 2:] Who fuckin with fat boy, I traffic my body weight So much cake in the club, damn near caught me a Fed case My old schools runnin, Gatorade in my chevy My money in shape, I'm runnin laps around your fetti We barricaded the front, the water falls in the back Enough crack for a month, you smell it all in my raps Niggas want to be famous, I want the luxury tax Not one of my checks, look like my company fax I'm pumpin my gas coming down Cleveland Ave How much a nigga worth, hoe don't even ask 10 mil with Diddy, I'm getting money with Tip When you see me in the city, then it's money we get [Hook 3: Repeat1] [Verse 3:] Hey it's my shit, Shad get the call, he know He go too far on 20 West, he better holler at Doe And then we catch them down in Texas, Hustle Gang ass hoe Trae The Truth gon cut the fool, give him 50 to go Give you the business pull up spittin, we don't mention it though Told you before we were about that action, you wasn't listenin though I'm in BM got your bm in the skimpiest clothes She fucked three hoes, bust in her throat, then she went home, he proposed, damn We in the Lambo, raising the door Acting like an alley nigga, never made it before In case I ain't say it before 2014 You can tell I got a 40 cal and $2,000 in my jeans [Hook 4: Repeat1]