text: Cloud Lyrics
  Send the shoota, that’s man down 
  We the realest, thats hands down 
  I got euros, I got pounds 
  Its the currency I can’t count 
  We the drillas, we got clout
  We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
  Penthouse groß, Downtown
  Mach Blue Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum
  Send the shoota, thats man down 
  We the realest, thats hands down 
  I got euros, I got pounds 
  Thats the currency I cant count 
  We the drillas, we got clout
  We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
  Penthouse groß, Downtown
  Mach’ Blue Cheese, ich lеb’ meinn Traum
  Mein Schatz auf Backseat 
  Jеden Tag Top-Gyals stalken mein Insta 
  Forty-two , Loco bleibt Block-Life
  Immer wach Midnight , immer noch Street-Life 
  Girl, vroom-vroom, ah 
  Escalade Chevy 
  Boss-Mode, gib mir mein’n Henny 
  Connect Headie 
  Rich Gang blessed, Bitch, nenn mich Daddy
   Katana, zu scharf
  Mit meim Babygirl nachts im Delilah Dinner 
  Steak auf meim Teller, bezahl mit der Black Amex
  Trotzdem die Taschen voll Cash 
  Ich bin da, wo du nicht bist 
  Sitz’ auf dem Platz, da, wo du nicht sitzt 
  Loco-Attack, machen Movies, Bitch 
  Fokussiert, das, was du nicht bist 
  Poppys Club, Los Angeles
  30k für Belvedere 
  Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt
  Aura im Club, Don Julio Don 
  Poppys Club, Los Angeles
  30k für Belvedere
  Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt
  Aura im Club, Don Julio Don 
  Send the shoota, thats man down 
  We the realest, thats hands down 
  I got euros, I got pounds 
  Its the currency I cant count 
  We the drillas, we got clout
  We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
  Penthouse groß, Downtown
  Mach Blue Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum
  Send the shoota, thats man down 
  We the realest, thats hands down 
  I got euros, I got pounds 
  Thats the currency I cant count 
  We the drillas, we got clout
  We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
  Penthouse groß, Downtown
  Mach Blue Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum
  Im countin this C.R.E.A.M., no Nivia 
  Its a infrared beam to hit him up 
  Its hustle, I just cant give it up 
  I fly overseas, I lift it up 
  I was in Feltham, gettin it crackin
  Had the govs tryna bend me up 
  Now Im in the stu with Luciano 
  Is it Hennessy, Sprite or 7UP?
  I was dead broke
  Wanted to run me a band like the girls in Set It Off
  Had to get that pole
  I werent tryna die in the field like Stiliyan Petrov 
  Out in the T with both 
  The best other went upsuh and gave pole 
  A headlock, I marry the streets
  Went like I went uptown and bring fizz like coke and mentos 
  Question? 
  I know you rap, but was you out doin drills before the genre?
  In the cold sales on the Bailey
  I was seventeen goin under
  Feelin like some vender 
  Aint it funny how things change?
  Im uptown, eatin sea bass with a little black pepper 
  Send the shoota, thats man down 
  We the realest, thats hands down 
  I got euros, I got pounds 
  Its the currency I cant count 
  We the drillas, we got clout
  We got dollars, we got sauce, ya
  Penthouse, groß, Downtown
  Mach Blue-Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum
  Send the shoota, thats man down 
  We the realest, thats hands down 
  I got euros, I got pounds 
  Thats the currency I cant count 
  We the drillas, we got clout
  We got dollars, we got sauce, ya
  Penthouse, groß, Downtown
  Mach Blue-Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum1Embed