Green Light lyrics

by

B.o.B


[Produced by Jaque Beatz]

[Verse 1]
Started from the bottom, feet planted in the mud
I was dead to the world
Fast forward a few years, now I’m touring round the world
All I want is some head from your girl
Green light, I got to go and get it
2007, I had a Honda Civic
Trafficking weed through the city, f*ck the speed limit
And your club wasn’t sh*t unless my team in it
And your club wasn’t sh*t unless my team in it
Cause we winning
And your club wasn’t sh*t unless my team in it

[Hook]
Broke b*tches make me nervous, I don’t want em round me
And I’m still on Cleveland, hustling for no reason
The same spot where Rich came and found me
Head over water, no more drowning
Hand the valet the Ferrari at the mall, they surround me
Feeling like a king, [?] that or be a dream
I’m balling like Kareem, how the f*ck you n*ggas sounding
Broke n*ggas make me nervous, and I don’t want em near me
In a McLaren with Bobby, round the lobby, n*ggas don’t understand so they fear me
I’m in this b*tch stacking racks to the ceiling
Tryna see a million
I got my motherf*cking team now, green light

[Verse 2]
Young n*gga with a million dollar dream
Got a billion dollar scheme
To get me some money and get the f*ck up out the gutter
And never switch up on my n*ggas, going hard for the team
Tell the truth, I used to look up to a few n*ggas
Till I got me some money and saw their true colors
Shining hard, popping good, and them n*ggas around you ain’t got a pot to p*ss in
n*gga you a sellout
They don’t respect me, you don’t like a n*gga, check it
Pull up on your set and get the motherf*cking weapon
I got that motherf*cking Smith & Wesson
Small thing to a giant, I’m from the jungle, and I’m kinging like a lion
b*tch I’m winning without trying
Know you made it when you spending without buying
Them pain killers tryna numb all the pain from the bullsh*t I seen in my life
It’s only two motherf*ckers in the world I don’t trust
That’s n*ggas and b*tches, that’s on my life
Small circle, n*gga can’t stick a pen in it
Face deep in that pus*y I got my chin it
I ain’t a gangster, I’m a player ho
And I’m moving round the city like the mayor ho

[Hook]
Broke b*tches make me nervous, I don’t want em round me
And I’m still on Cleveland, hustling for no reason
The same spot where Rich came and found me
Head over water, no more drowning
Hand the valet the Ferrari at the mall, they surround me
Feeling like a king, [?] that or be a dream
I’m balling like Kareem, how the f*ck you n*ggas sounding
Broke n*ggas make me nervous, and I don’t want em near me
In a McLaren with Bobby, round the lobby, n*ggas don’t understand so they fear me
I’m in this b*tch stacking racks to the ceiling
Tryna see a million
I got my motherf*cking team now, green light

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