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- C-Note f/ Botany Boys - Young, Independent, & Rich Lyrics
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- Third Coast nigga...
- [Hook - 2x]
- 'Burbans, Bentleys, drops and hoes
- Third Coast we living lavish, flashing rocks and fo's
- See that Roley on my wrist, homie that ain't shit
- Cause we young, independent and rich
- [C-Note]
- I'ma pull out this summer, in a platinum stretch Hummer
- Letting the screens fall like rain, bang like thunder
- Botany Boys/Screwed Up Click, we Third Coast fa sho
- Boys be beating down your block, and bitch we beating down your do'
- Acting bad up in a Jag, plenty starch in my jeans
- I'm putting diamonds in your face, when I step on the scene
- Diamond rings like a king, it's a Botany thing
- In every city that I'm seen, we got them hoes on ding
- And Cloverland Cloverland, mayn it's on for life
- My blades cut like a light, my wrist is covered in ice
- Candy paint from Ike, twenty karats in my grill
- Way before we get a deal, I got's to stack me a mill
- Diamonds all in your face, player haters wanna take my place
- Look C-Note on a paper chase, look at the glock up in your face
- I'm making niggaz catch out, when I pull it out
- Got it dropping like it's hot, welcome to the South
- [Hook - 2x]
- [D-Red]
- Stacking on the cabbage, living lavish on a hill
- Wrecking grain leaving stains, from a G'd up skill
- Now what's the deal on teach that, niggaz hate we gon scratch that
- Benz and 'Burbans we gon flip that, and paper we got that
- Botany is the block, we rock in all spots
- Toting glocks sitting sideways, in a candy blue drop
- On them hops, Clover piece wrecking the scene
- Gripping the grain chopping up lanes, flipping a Cheve that's clean
- Hitting the spot where gangstas play, and keep it on the low low
- Serving caviar yeah, puffing on a sack of endo
- Independent and rich, still breaking down bricks
- Botany be the click, Cloverland I represent
- To the fullest, where G's multiply by the seconds
- Ain't no banging on records, even some real chin checkers
- Mic wreckers blade flippers, grain grippers
- Bitches on my zipper, D-Red the realest nigga
- [Hook - 2x]
- [Will-Lean]
- You see the rocks on my hand, the yacht by the sand
- 19 inch monoblocks, with dots on rubberbands
- Jumping out the Lex Land, to a stretch Navi van
- Big Shots sitting on top, representing Cloverland
- Stacking fans stacking grands, from Houston to Pakistan
- Southside worldwide, like exotic let dance
- Leaving em in a trance, hypnotized from my diamonds
- Bezeltynes you never seen, steady shining and grinding
- Leaning and blinging, while busters steady fiending and dreaming
- Plotting and scheming, my bitches jocking and creaming
- Leaving em wet, Will-Lean putting it down for my set
- Drop the top on the Vette, pop the bottle of Moet
- Double quick Rolex man, these boys be stunting
- Multi-millionaire hunting, that's keeping the crowd jumping
- Botany Boys stay bumping, we gon finish this shit
- Cause we young CEO's, independent and rich
- Diamonds shining, man these boys be stunting
- Multi-millionaire hunting, that's keeping the crowd jumping
- Botany Boys stay bumping, we gon finish this shit
- Cause we young CEO's, independent and rich nigga
- [Hook - 2x]
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