2015 Flow

Composed by：Dijon McFarlane/Keenon Jackson

Ah ah

Ahh

This that Silicon Valley flow

I got that sun dance vision n***a you ain't know

Got d**n I got album of the year still

3 plaques in imagine how these wack rappers feel

I've been killin' n***as all year

Bill me and them white folk names got somethin' in common

Bills I got 'em I've been at rich houses

I've been to rich hills

The homie got that Tommy know that's somethin' that he'll feel

Look though been really off the hook though

My fam straight my homies got money on their books though

Lately my b***h been trippin' on me

I'm like b***h I'm in the studio let me cook though

RJ killin' s**t my homies is killin' s**t

But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some d**g dealin' s**t

I can't blame 'em

'Cause their mamas they don't give a s**t

So I fronted them some work told 'em n***a get rich

Get rich get rich get rich

Mama I finally get it hustle hard then get rich

Lately I've been on some solo s**t

Cortez long socks I've been on my cholo s**t

B***h you keep trippin' I'ma let bygones be bygones

Walk up in the house with high nines I'm like

Hi mom

But I'm right back on my n***a s**t

Like what she f**kin' and suckin' she with

The s**t let's flip this b***h

Let's flip a pound send it

Out of town then bust it down

And no respect for the h*es

That wasn't f**kin' but f**kin' now

Bust it down bust it down bust it down

You can profit 3500 if you bust it down

Send me the plan I'ma figure how to execute

My management like

Hold up Y G

I'm like I ain't waitin' on you

It's that 2015 flow

Kill yourself if you ain't gettin' dough

Hold up keep winning keep winning keep winning

You gotta speak it to existence n***a keep winning

They said Dre made a billion

I'm like s**t I can do it if he did it

F**kin' on what's his name's baby mama

Her p***y loose her walls broke down

She ain't got no ceilings

They was like Y G you shouldn't go there

I said b***h I think I'm Silkk the

Shocker I got no limits

F**k these n***as they ain't livin'

What they talkin' 'bout

Even with a million dollars I'll still spark it out

F**k these n***as f**k these n***as f**k these n***as

They wasn't shootin' with me in the gym

So f**k these n***as

I'm Ruff Rydin' where my dogs at

Where them n***as that f**k them b***hes on their paws at

N***a 2015

On the front porch sellin' 20 sacks for 15 n***a