34 作词 : Dequantes Lamar/Samuel Gloade/Lamont Porter 作曲 : Dequantes Lamar/Samuel Gloade/Lamont Porter 30, you a fool for this one Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close Church in session talk **** like the pastor catch the holy ghost Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic You work at Lids puttin' **** on your kids Go'n with all that cappin' talk your **** Rich Homie Pulled up in that Benz I hopped out perfect I hopped out clean Tried to rob me you got killed now was it worth it fa-fa-fa-fa Might buy that Maybach I grew up without no curtains might buy that six-three ***** And when I get it I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose ayy ayy You can't tell a ***** like me **** nah I ain't have it all when I was little nope Sixteen years old drinkin' liquor what I ain't never ever touched a beer ha I ain't never ever touch a mill' never Till I stayed down and start rappin' I stayed down ***** Then I turned my dreams into reality that right too I rode that Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close Church in session talk **** like the pastor catch the holy ghost Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic You work at Lids puttin' **** on your kids go'n with all that cappin' We were growin' up fightin' when we were kids yeah Remember some nights where we ain't eat ayy I was Holyfield hustlin' in the trap truth They was Mike Tyson bitin' on the kid ayy Mike I remember tryin' to get rich hey Smokin' two for fives of the mid woo Never had nothing growin' up nah ***** don't be surprised when I get it ayy Where were you when I was on my **** woo I was so broke I needed fix yup Reminiscin' 'bout me growin' up You know I hate to talk about this **** I do Load the ten and walked up out the ***** ten Stripper fame tryin' to see who gettin' it ha Walkin' around with that thang on me And you know I got my license for this ***** Rich Homie baby Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close Church in session talk **** like the pastor catch the holy ghost Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic You work at Lids puttin' **** on your kids go'n with all that cappin'