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Went straight to the top like a fitted Still got some act in the fridge Pour up lets count up these riches Still flying bags through the city I told you that foreign wasnt rented I cant fuck on no boring bitches Young Gunna was born to get it I gotta keep going in Walk in that flame make it storm again When I see this bitch she pick up a ten I fucked on her now I wanna fuck her friend Im popping that shit from above the rim My drip with my crew and we love to spend Saint Laurent, Dior, Chanel again Scrap on that left with a FN Oh yeah, these Maison Margiela vanilla G5 we dont fly propeller My coupe filled with paraphernalia My lil brother keep a Beretta Seem like they got a vendetta Pull up with with them sticks in the shuttle Put my momma in that new Gucci sweater They hate to see Im doing better Went straight to the top like a fitted Still got some act in the fridge Pour up lets count up these riches Still flying bags through the city I told you that foreign wasnt rented I cant fuck on no boring bitches Young Gunna was born to get it Tell my lil bro dont panic Everyday we gon ride with that static Them big blue faces I gotta have it I got carrots but I dont see no rabbit I fucked that lil pussy and vanished She say that Young Gunna a savage Still had racks when I walked outta Magic Hit that nat then I pulled in the palace Yea the South turned the kid to a legend And I cant forget it Rags to riches Put that shit on in Givenchy I shot it the last minute What you thought a nigga wasnt with it? I parallel park hop out dripping Got drank in my cup I keep sipping And my fire gon come with extension Went straight to the top like a fitted Still got some act in the fridge Pour up lets count up these riches Still flying bags through the city I told you that foreign wasnt rented I cant fuck on no boring bitches Young Gunna was born to get it

Hitmaka Sound! Ayy, Benjamin, he got benjamins Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Yeah, in a Porsche, yeah, Aventador, yeah She might wanna ride, but it better be a foreign, yeah Make it roar, yeah, yeah Said her ex was a joker, no locked doors Takin what you want from me Tell a bitch, Throw it back like its all yours Lock it up and throw the key Speed it up like a NASCAR Autosport Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Speedin in that Porsche Livin life fast, Im goin all around the course Aint no competition, got the ball in my court Screamin fuck the opposition every time that we score Im the one and only with the rawest report I aint crossed no twenties like I bought from the store Gunna bought her Pucci and that Juicy Couture We made a rated movie, had her pussy a lil sore I copped a new toy They gon see the smoke, I changed the mode, sport Maybach to the yacht, left in a Rolls Royce See them haters, they done left me no choice She love me and she say I make her so moist Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Dippin, dodgin, in and out a new Ferrari I dont want her, she be fuckin anybody If Im in, then Ima drop the top on that Yeah, she got a fatty, but her top is whack I might hit her bestfriend, Im somethin like a legend Im smokin on that kush and you can tell by how its smellin Say she got a curfew, gotta be in by eleven If I roll up all this weed up, better make sure you inhale it Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more

Woah Woah, woah, woah Woah Woah, woah, woah Woah Woah, woah, woah Woah Might fuck on a freak, Ima beat it like a ring Then leave, Ill take you to a flight I dont care what the tag, got money on my brain And you know we gon live alright Know I did a couple of things, I was livin off of shame But shit, I made it right Went and copped a couple chains, and Im stayin in my lane Im drippin shit day to night Drippin shit day to night, I drip shit day to night We are not the same, Im poppin champagne and eatin lo mein on the flight Higher than a plane, codeine in my veins, aint none of my soda be light My vibe got a friend, God keepin me sane, Ima go and paint everything white Dont care about a thing Blood on the money like I blew a nigga brains Gettin to the money, dont know bout cant Leave with her again, had two different dates We all about business, dont play no games Wanna make you a milli, come join the money team Put peanut butter seats in the Mulsanne No imposter, double-C animal Havin flights, we aint havin no latitude Havin lunch, your bitch, she edible I told her my dick incredible You worth it, Ima put you on a pedestal Ima dive in the pussy like a cannonball She can keep a nigga focused like an Adderall Gotta keep Percocet like Tylenol She comin back and forth for sex like a volleyball Cool on the Polo I aint budgin, if you ratchet, its a no-no I aint bust a plain Patek, thats a no-no I left Barneys, I was shoppin in SoHo La Familia, this aint just a logo YSL, fuck a cell and the po-po In the G-Wagen smashin down Melrose And a chopper with a bullet in the barrel Might fuck on a freak, Ima beat it like a ring Then leave, Ill take you to a flight I dont care what the tag, got money on my brain And you know we gon live alright Know I did a couple of things, I was livin off of shame But shit, I made it right Went and copped a couple chains, and Im stayin in my lane Im drippin shit day to night Drippin shit day to night, I drip shit day to night We are not the same, Im poppin champagne and eatin lo mein on the flight Higher than a plane, codeine in my veins, aint none of my soda be light My vibe got a friend, God keepin me sane, Ima go and paint everything white No cap in my gang, catch a body, aint sayin no names Got some money, everybody actin strange When I had nothin, I could barely get a, Hey Believe that, yeah, young GunnaWunna got the wave Im knowin you can see that, so why you callin me conceited? Yeah I aint with the chit-chat, hundred round drum in the backpack Ill pop a Perc just to relax, throw a lotta money, yeah, a lotta racks Stop by Jeffrey, get real CC Pull up packs in the trap, lets beat Jumped in the coupe and the seats match your feet He was just piped up, now he on E Thats on me Got a lot of millions, fifteen-hundred on jeans Its just me and Slatt Gotit, know we gon handle that business And we aint goin back and forth, shit, it is what it is Ima go and get a million-dollar deal and try to take care the kids Might fuck on a freak, Ima beat it like a ring Then leave, Ill take you to a flight I dont care what the tag, got money on my brain And you know we gon live alright Know I did a couple of things, I was livin off of shame But shit, I made it right Went and copped a couple chains, and Im stayin in my lane Im drippin shit day to night Drippin shit day to night, I drip shit day to night We are not the same, Im poppin champagne and eatin lo mein on the flight Higher than a plane, codeine in my veins, aint none of my soda be light My vibe got a friend, God keepin me sane, Ima go and paint everything white

Anything she want she can get, oh, give her Anything she want she can get Wheezy outta here She want Chanel, go get it She want Chanel, go get it She want this Fendi, go get it She want a Birkin, go get it She want this Gucci, she can get it She want this Louis, go get it Loubs with the spikes, she get it Everything I got, she gettin it, yeah Bentley sedan, she get it Hop out the Benz, she gettin it Hop out the Lamb, she gettin it The Porsche Cayenne, she gettin it Hop out the coupe, she get it Ashanti the shoes, she get it I put my kids on her titty Anything she want she can get it Yeah! Woo! She want Chanel, lets get it She want Chanel, lets get it She want Chanel, lets get it Chanel cost more than a Honda Civic Baby tell me are you serious, yeah These drugs got me so on delirious Baby, you wet like Aquarius Im a Leo baby you Aquarius I took his bitch I’m not sharing She fuck my side bitch she bi-curious Not no iPhone, let you know that Im serious C-H to A-N to E-L Off-White on me it combine with the Vuitton She told that she want some Fendi No we do not rock that got Gucci on three times My Gucci shirt dont got no i Just like the pussy we spread that shit real wide Me and Thugger we get too fly Hundred bands on me Jumpman with the squola Silent ones hop by you two times Taking this acid boy I done lost my mind Im a plant so this green is in my vines Wouldnt tell you what I would do for my slimes She want Chanel, go get it She want Chanel, go get it She want this Fendi, go get it She want a Birkin, go get it She want this Gucci, she can get it She want this Louis, go get it Loubs with the spikes, she get it Everything I got, she gettin it, yeah Bentley sedan, she get it Hop out the Benz, she gettin it Hop out the Lamb, she gettin it The Porsche Cayenne, she gettin it Hop out the coupe, she get it Ashanti the shoes, she get it I put my kids on her titty Anything she want she can get it Anything you see, you can get it Here go the keys to the Bentley When I fuck her, I got good intentions I just cant get my palms to stop itchin Water on me like I live with the fishes I done ordered every color in tennis Got the diamonds put in by my dentist Ima shine when Im skinnin and grinnin Ice my watch, Im not wastin my time Gunna dripping with Uzi and Slime Connect with my bitch like WiFi Slidin in the DM like a Cha Cha I got Ms, I can take care of the southside Ive been buildin these billionaire ties Got the Yves Saint Laurent heels in your size Get the penthouse and fill it with vibes Got Marc Jacobs, they cover my eyes She need help, Ima send her a dime I cant pour nothing less than two lines Luxury all the back seats recline She want me to put that dick in her spine Take her shoppin to keep her from cryin Give you stones you one of a kind Got Chanel with the Cs on both sides She want Chanel, go get it She want Chanel, go get it She want this Fendi, go get it She want a Birkin, go get it She want this Gucci, she can get it She want this Louis, go get it Loubs with the spikes, she get it Everything I got, she gettin it, yeah Bentley sedan, she get it Hop out the Benz, she gettin it Hop out the Lamb, she gettin it The Porsche Cayenne, she gettin it Hop out the coupe, she get it Ashanti the shoes, she get it I put my kids on her titty Anything she want she can get it

I need a rich bitch I bought a red ‘Vette She give me that head and sex Theses VVS, yes I popped a X, yes Still aint no yes-man And thats yo best bet Flew my crew on a big jet I got gold like a treasure chest I cant hold up my pants & bands Only here for these Benjamins These fuck niggas didnt lend a hand Do this shit for my fam and fans Saving all of these presidents, yeah I just told Richie we rich I got Metro in this bitch I see Lil Durk in this bitch Pop me a perc, take a sip Im glad that we made it, we here TM88 with the drip We make them blue faces appear Had to kill ‘em, my bad my nigga Im just gettin in my bag my nigga Calculating and adding these figures My lil bitch bad and attentive I told PR to pass the skittles I just popped me a half, my nigga Thats my partner, my slime, my nigga I locked in with my kind my nigga I aint have to go out, I hit her They gone pull up and ride See, your bitch keep on eyeing a nigga I cant stop her from liking these pictures I hope all of my bitches get richer I need a rich bitch I bought a red ‘Vette She give me that head and sex Theses VVS, yes I popped a X, yes Still aint no yes-man And thats yo best bet Flew my crew on a big jet I got gold like a treasure chest I cant hold up my pants & bands Only here for these Benjamins These fuck niggas didnt lend a hand Do this shit for my fam and fans Saving all of these presidents, yeah Ima valet to Fifths I want the latest drip I got a Draco in here Lil nigga, dont play Ima let Dre fuck yo bitch I run with Lil Bouf in the 6 We gone do this for Troup til the end, ay You gone spray it? Then spray my nigga We gone pull up with Ks, extensions You gone work and get paid my nigga I just witness, you payed attention Had to go make my own decision I didnt do this for no attention I just wanted to see more of these benjis I was down to my last and spent it Now its more shopping bags in Fendi Take it off for a glass of henny Fuck your ho, give her back YSL cant stop bagging these bitches Like we switched to the gas from the midget Gunna havin these hoes like Hendrix I need a rich bitch I bought a red ‘Vette She give me that head and sex Theses VVS, yes I popped a X, yes Still aint no yes-man And thats yo best bet Flew my crew on a big jet I got gold like a treasure chest I cant hold up my pants & bands Only here for these Benjamins These fuck niggas didnt lend a hand Do this shit for my fam and fans Saving all of these presidents, yeah

Wheezy outta here Big body Rover and it still came with a sport Big booty bitches gotta fetish for Dior Tall glass, better not see the jet when it soar Double cup of lean, you could smell that codeine in my pores Keep some extra sticks cause any day could be a war Committed​ in these streets, I call Dave East when Im in New York Takin care of my fam, I know what I was made for Look what bein real and loyalty done gave us Look what bein real and loyalty done gave us Make a million dollars, niggas say you changed up Your bitch on my dick now cause she know Im famous Used to couldnt get in, I get paid at the same club Prada with no laces, hard to recognize my shoes Stars inside the Wraith made her feel like she on the moon No suckers around me, only real ones in the room I keep it on my body, I dont gotta pay no goon Backseat of that Maybach, shit be feelin like a jet Smokin cookie, I aint touch her pussy, but yo bitch got wet Got a condo on my neck and on my wrist I got a vette Gunna, Gunna, thats my loc forever, do it for the set Dirt gang Big body Rover and it still came with a sport Big booty bitches gotta fetish for Dior Tall glass, better not see the jet when it soar Double cup of lean, you could smell that codeine in my pores Keep some extra sticks cause any day could be a war Committed in these streets, I call Dave East when Im in New York Takin care of my fam, I know what I was made for Look what bein real and loyalty done gave us The penthouse paid up, that is a Benz plus Chains European cut, Im smokin real RUNTZ Ridin round with that F&N like Im on a manhunt Tryna stretch it til the end, couple hunnids through the month Lot of lean in my cup, I drink clean in that cut In the club wit it tucked, run it up like the Bucks Every other day I get paid for the club How you never chased yo bag and they still dont show you love? I been talkin to the God and aint no one else above See the opps then we gon slide, hit em up fore they hit us So no, you cant divide, family like the Brady Bunch Couple bad foreigns outside, you already know its us Big body Rover and it still came with a sport Big booty bitches gotta fetish for Dior Tall glass, better not see the jet when it soar Double cup of lean, you could smell that codeine in my pores Keep some extra sticks cause any day could be a war Committed in these streets, I call Dave East when Im in New York Takin care of my fam, I know what I was made for Look what bein real and loyalty done gave us

Extended clip, I cannot miss I took a risk, I done got rich My jewelrys crisp, shit on your bitch Ice out your wrist, ayy Make you a wish, blow me a kiss I sip the six, bottles of it I dont get Chris, Im high as it get Addys and grits, ayy Dont play with it Im clutchin all day with it Smoke em and slay with it AK, SK with me My homies my backbone Im gettin my racks on Dont play with it Better not play with it Im slayin your lady I just came out to tell you I made it We shootin at the coppers If they come to the spot, tryna raid it Hurricane blue bitch Bitch green like my loot, yeah Black diamonds on me like the tint on the coupe, yeah Penthouse suite, me and my crew, yeah We all in her mouth, she like rude sex Quick, take an addy, she dont do X She say ooh zaddy, I like your new Patek Addy addy addy, addy addy addy I took another one yeah, DJ Khaled took another one, yeah Got new Guccis on, yeah Look like Im bout to go bungee jumping, yeah Addy addy addy, addy addy addy I sip lean on her dresses, woo-ooh Red monkey jeans, aint a blessin, woo-ooh These niggas so mad they steamin for nothin, woo-ooh Got princess cuts on me I put Celine all on on they faces, hmm I iced the toasters like Im precious, hmm I took a jet across the nation, hmm Put princess cuts inside my bracelet, hmm Extended clip, I cannot miss I took a risk, I done got rich My jewelrys crisp, shit on your bitch Ice out your wrist, ayy Make you a wish, blow me a kiss I sip the six, bottles of it I dont get Chris, Im high as it get Addys and grits, ayy Dont play with it Im clutchin all day with it Smoke em and slay with it AK, SK with me My homies my backbone Im gettin my racks on Dont play with it Better not play with it Fuckin with the dog, it be Russian Roulette I got tints on the coupe, same color as the TEC Got an old lady, and we pillow talk, ooh Eighty pointer on my nizzeck, yeah nothin but baguettes I spent thirty-five hundred on a Louis crewneck Call some slimes, get you whacked, its gonn cost a cool rack Pillow talkin in the Maybach, oh Livin large and really rich, oh Im addicted to this money Go apeshit like Harambe Catch me drippin, swag my fengshui Gettin money every other day Count that money, aint shit nothin fake Top floor condo, wont you come and stay Keep a hundred, dont you ever pay Extended clip, I cannot miss I took a risk, I done got rich My jewelrys crisp, shit on your bitch Ice out your wrist, ayy Make you a wish, blow me a kiss I sip the six, bottles of it I dont get Chris, Im high as it get Addys and grits, ayy Dont play with it Im clutchin all day with it Smoke em and slay with it AK, SK with me My homies my backbone Im gettin my racks on Dont play with it Better not play with it

Gunna, Gunna, Baby 4PF, YSL, yeah its our year Big racks, money talking nigga thats all I hear Told every one of my niggas this our year Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear Ima hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear Everything came from Saks Fifths Bitch got Dior all on her lips Let her ride, Ima drive from the rear Drive that bitch and go crazy All blue hunnids big faces Four pockets full, Lil Baby Catch me a jet and go to Vegas Chauffeur from a 63 AMG Mercedes VVSs on me and they banging Fuckin on a nigga old lady I was tryna grind like the 80s I had to stack it tall took a whole lot of patience Spend a dime nigga money ancient Til I hit the mall and I fell in love with Maison Money growing feeling like Im aging Pour a four of syrup let me taste it Attached to the paper we related Big racks, money conversation Big racks, money talking nigga thats all I hear Told every one of my niggas this our year Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear Ima hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear Everything came from Saks Fifths Bitch got Dior all on her lips Let her ride, Ima drive from the rear Told Gunna Gunna lil kid this our year, you dig what Im sayin bro? She got starstruck by the stars in the wraith, she know I aint playin though I ran them bands up Dressed like Im sponsored by Louis Vuitton Givenchy, Chanel, YSL, Im a don Four pockets full, get them in by the ton Look at my bitch how she stunt on they ass she got class she got every bag Jumped on a lear, left the pack in the hood text my ho told a bitch I aint coming back Big racks, money talking nigga thats all I hear Told every one of my niggas this our year Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear Ima hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear Everything came from Saks Fifths Bitch got Dior all on her lips Let her ride, Ima drive from the rear Big racks, money talking nigga thats all I hear Told every one of my niggas this our year

911 Porsche, its emergency Kick in the door, its a burglary Light his ass up, burnin third-degree Twenty-five racks for a surgery I know you just actin tough When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust Cause these niggas aint for me Im in the ring and my back gainst the ropes Im a young king and Im keepin em woke Jumped off the porch, went and got what I want Smokin Biscotti, it smell like a skunk Take care my mama and brother and nephews Now what the fuck else is you payin for? I sat on the block, but didnt go to school of the hard knocks And wasnt none of this planned for I bought her the big body Jaguar We pull up with sticks like a task force Its two-twenty MP the dashboard GunWunna, young Wunna a bad boy Own business, I got me a company key Go get it, I get it, aint workin for free You wan see that show, gotta pay you a fee She want a big Birkin, the big Bentley B Im servin this cash Come with it, we kill him, aint no sympathy Dig up the grass Then bury his body, dont nobody speak 911 Porsche, its emergency Kick in the door, its a burglary Light his ass up, burnin third-degree Twenty-five racks for a surgery I know you just actin tough When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust Cause these niggas aint for me Im sippin on purple, no Bape I put them racks on a plate Say you want smoke, we gon come where you stay Take my gun everywhere, Im from the A We call her thottie, you callin her bae Every nigga try it, we slid on tape Nigga playin tough, got hit with the Drac Rich and paranoid, in the hills with a K Nip it in the bud, I check that Your bitch in the vert, in my lap where her neck at Pull up in your hood, well stretch that Your lil nigga starvin, send him a care pack First-time owner, no CARFAX We got the same kinda guns like Star Trek Dont need no keys to start that So many hoes in this car, man, park that 911 Porsche, its emergency Kick in the door, its a burglary Light his ass up, burnin third-degree Twenty-five racks for a surgery I know you just actin tough When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust Cause these niggas aint for me I call the play with the stick And my lil ho got a kick She spent a night at the spot Then I had fed her some grits I had her sucking on cock I made her think that she rich, yeah I gave a bitch lockjaws Im a real gangsta, no glitch I just had hopped in a Mercury Then we had pulled up like four deep Bitch told me she was just pregnant I told the bitch she cant have it, no extortin me I had to pick out my carats myself and they yellow, the bitch like a bumblebee I put the dope on the jet and I fly to Seattle to meet me a Portuguese 911 Porsche, its emergency Kick in the door, its a burglary Light his ass up, burnin third-degree Twenty-five racks for a surgery I know you just actin tough When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust Cause these niggas aint for me I call the play with the stick And my lil ho got a kick I call the play with the stick And my lil ho got a kick I call the play with the stick And my lil ho got a kick I call the play with the stick And my lil ho got a kick

Yeah Maggianos nigga, shrimp and grits nigga Me and Wheezy, we the wave, yeah Wheezy Beats Forgiato lip, blow a kiss Maggianos, order shrimp and grits My new condominium is dressed Icy VVSs and baguettes Ima get them commas and invest Damier, Im mister dont play chess Im the one thats gon protect my flesh These hundreds help young Gunna worry less, yeah I got hundreds on my membrane Marc Jacobs jacket with some gold saints Sip me some more syrup , I got oil paintings Ropes around my neck , we was at PF Changs I can see the sky , panoramic view Ever since a child, I want every shoe Niggas totin guns, they dont ever shoot Maybach seat massage, Im my own masseuse Couple pointers and some VVS too I sip Actavis and I sip red too If we both get caught then I cant tell on you Last time see that fuckboys face was Channel 2 Pulled up on the block to make some blood shed You cant pick a day to lay inside your death bed Count cash and callin shots, I must be jefe Addicted to codeine, I hope Im healthy Forgiato lip, blow a kiss Maggianos, order shrimp and grits My new condominium is dressed Icy VVSs and baguettes Ima get them commas and invest Damier, Im mister dont play chess Im the one thats gon protect my flesh These hundreds help young Gunna worry less, yeah Blue hundreds on my membrane You cant catch the style, nigga the time changed All my bitches wildin bout five eight Whips two hundred and up, yeah the fast way I can count the racks like a cashier Swear this Helmut Lang, yeah cashmere Camera in my front, camera in my rear Shoppin in my near , sippin on the Lear Tokyo, Japan, they pay me to appear These joggers cost a band, I rock expensive gear Chasing M&Ms , she freaky just like Kim Lil bitch just listen here , I might be mister drip Forgiato lip, blow a kiss Maggianos, order shrimp and grits My new condominium is dressed Icy VVSs and baguettes Ima get them commas and invest Damier, Im mister dont play chess Im the one thats gon protect my flesh These hundreds help young Gunna worry less, yeah

Flew back from space like a motherfuckin martian Streets are at war, gotta sleep with that Carbon I crack a half of that lean, shit be icy Lambo doors up when I pull up and park it Investing in drugs, controlling the market Showing no love, fuck these niggas, Im heartless Ima make sure you proceeding with caution This aint a M, aint no reason to bargain Hey, uh Gotta stay focused, I knew I was chosen This lotto a cutthroat, I dont wanna smoke it My crew was rising, they thought I was hopeless Stopped doing deposits, these bank tellers nosy Wont recognize til you ice out your Rollie I fronted you, you forgot that you owe me Pushing me to the edge I be healing the pain with this red Spent like twenty-three racks on these threads I got twenty hoes that give good head Im a dinosaur, rock the T-Rex Pop a wheelie, Meek Milly, I flex Im invested in flawless baguettes Got my chain on, I thought I was wet Flew back from space like a motherfuckin martian Streets are at war, gotta sleep with that Carbon I crack a half of that lean, shit be icy Lambo doors up when I pull up and park it Investing in drugs, controlling the market Showing no love, fuck these niggas, Im heartless Ima make sure you proceeding with caution This aint a M, aint no reason to bargain Hey Got some thots in my pit that I still havent hit They aint pressed about shit cause they waitin on this dick New Gucci socks that match every outfit Sixty on a Plain Jane when you really rich That nigga yell, Gang, gang, he ready to snitch I paint the coupe cocaine, Im riding in a brick Bout to go get it washed Icy two-tone AP watch Cant get my trust, you a fraud Young Gunna went against the odds Bought the Maybach a garage I cant use cash or a card Crown in that new Aventador VVS look like a star Flew back from space like a motherfuckin martian Streets are at war, gotta sleep with that Carbon I crack a half of that lean, shit be icy Lambo doors up when I pull up and park it Investing in drugs, controlling the market Showing no love, fuck these niggas, Im heartless Ima make sure you proceeding with caution This aint a M, aint no reason to bargain Flew back from space like a motherfuckin martian Streets are at war, gotta sleep with that Carbon I crack a half of that lean, shit be icy Lambo doors up when I pull up and park it Investing in drugs, controlling the market Showing no love, fuck these niggas, Im heartless Ima make sure you proceeding with caution This aint a M, aint no reason to bargain

Im goin outer space In love with the dead face Im steady gainin weight Im just tryna dodge the hate My futures bright as day They throwin all kind of shade Im goin to buy the bank Im tryna pave the way Hopped on the interstate I got me some Ms to make Come from where they kill and take I learned the hard way Shoot out in broad day We takin all aim Im just tryna dodge the hate I might camoflauge the Wraith Im drippin feng shui Im Valentino from my head to my feet Lean is my bombay I promise Im putting Chanel on my niece Up in the way, you cant reach Your bitch be takin the D New sixty-three, AMG Im a little head of my speech Im in the need for speed I got this beat from Wheezy My bitch is easy breezy Its a new drippin season I had to be the reason Girl what I said I mean it Im on the syrup, Im leanin You still tryna follow the leader Im goin outer space In love with the dead face Im steady gainin weight Im just tryna dodge the hate My futures bright as day They throwin all kind of shade Im goin to buy the bank Im tryna pave the way I dont need no leeway Im not being cliché I dont want your cheesecake Some shit I dont ppreciate Gettin robbed with the Glock, ayy Thats my compadre Just bought a new watch I walk with a walk They say that Im hotter cause I came with propane Im just tryna maintain Im not eating lo mein I know its a cold game Im still rockin Balmains Im tryna remain sane Buy platinum and gold chains I smoke out a whole thing Pour out the whole pint The spot white as Colgate You just missed your ho, you too late I dont really care what you think Im in my own lane Im poppin my own mane It got me a long way Im goin outer space In love with the dead face Im steady gainin weight Im just tryna dodge the hate My futures bright as day They throwin all kind of shade Im goin to buy the bank Im tryna pave the way

Young Gunna keep pimping Pull up and Im politicking VVSs bitch Im dripping Got on my YSL, bitch Im dripping Bitch looking fly as hell and dont take pictures Nigga get out of line, a nigga hitting My bitch is fine as hell but she dont listen Thats why I fuck the bitch and then dismiss her I want blue cheese only I aint rocking no Sauconys Gunna gon be the first one to own it That shit is out of season I dont want it I got my britches, how bout Ferragamo? I got some choppers, bouta buy more ammo Im tryna catch a nigga, I aint a scammer Im in New York and I feel like the panda Promise I wont let up You a pussy nigga, nigga shut up I think these bitches dig it like a shovel I got my cheese chip, Im stacking cheddar God I made it out the ghetto I cannot lie a nigga living better That Rover came with two umbrellas White and black seats, I call em salt and pepper Im a rockstar, Im toting heavy metal Hit the gas and press the pedal Nigga cant get no service, aint no data Ill cop another car, you make me madder I could keep getting money, it dont matter You dont like what you see then change the channel Cause Ima keep popping shit on every camera Gunna Gunna with whatever Come where Im from, gotta keep a gun nigga Cause the young niggas gon ride Nigga cant run, nigga you cant hide I come from where the young niggas die Go get a bond nigga, flip a pot Break down that bond nigga, make a lot Niggas aint real, niggas never lie Your brother get killed nigga, and you gon cry You cant get what I got I aint no pussy, I aint someone to try Nigga cant take the chain or take the watch Nigga a ghost of Gunna blow the spot See the real in my eyes Nigga aint put my pyrex to no side Im from a mob filled with ties She fuck me cause she like my vibe I copped the car then I chopped the top She want me raw dog but Im not I feel like a star when Im walking out I shoot you like Paul Pierce, I got a shot You still playing hard, nigga need to stop My nigga never seen the drought And Troup like a guard living on the south I come from where them bodies drop Come where Im from, gotta keep a gun nigga Cause the young niggas gon ride Nigga cant run, nigga you cant hide I come from where the young niggas die Go get a bond nigga, flip a pot Break down that bond nigga, make a lot Niggas aint real, niggas never lie Your brother get killed nigga, and you gon cry

Closer and closer until we fall The space that we keep is just default But I know it wont be long Til we touch the sun, its gone Bonded, I need a feeling Bonded, I need it Closer and closer until we fall back I want it, I need it, you see it, you know that I just lost all control I just lost all control I just lost all control I just lost all control Midnight, met her at her room at midnight Midnight, met her at her room at midnight Comin from the inside, I really wanna spend time I put her on the next flight, I let her live her best life You can do what you want to Do whatever you want to I know the choices you gon choose Once we join forces, we wont lose Roll like a coaster, dont stop, ooh She walked out your life with some nice shoes Paid off Rolls Royce and some iced jewels I might talk, but I know you are goin on your own No mysteries on my own, you deserve you a home And I earned me a crown, from the curb we done grown I want it, I need it, you see it, you know Thats when I start to lose control Takin off my clothes, dont you let me go Dont you let me- Thats when I start to lose control Takin off my clothes Dont you let me go Dont you let me Closer and closer until we fall back I want it, I need it You see it, you know that

Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs Rockstar life, so much money itll make you laugh, hey These bitches, they hate, and you cant miss what you never had, hey, hey Off the juice , codeine got me trippin Copped the coupe , woke up, roof is missin Ice , lemonade, my neck was drippin Ice , lemonade, my nеck was drippin Cuatro, cinco Perco en la mano, agua Fiji El Phillie еn los deo, en la muñeca el Richard Mille Un millón en el carro, puerta suicida, Robin Willi Y si me matan los espero en el cielo con Kobe y Gigi De rodilla ante Dio y millonario ante el hombre En la F&N, en cada bala está tu nombre Los billete azule también tienen do cara No siempre los tuve, pero tenía pa bala Siempre vestío e Louis Vuitton, pelo rosita o neón En probatoria y siempre con el pistolón, woh-oh Llevo dos año en la cima y sigo posteao como un buzón Fanta azul, el lean me duerme el rostro El AK full ya me tiene viendo mostro Uah , el tambor no se congela Uah , las bala entran y muerto modelan Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs Rockstar life, so much money itll make you laugh, hey These bitches, they hate, and you cant miss what you never had, hey, hey Off the juice , codeine got me trippin Copped the coupe , woke up, roof is missin Ice , lemonade, my neck was drippin Ice , lemonade, my neck was drippin Addy boys, got some sixties in my bag Lips sealed, I aint pillow talkin, Im no rat In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS Got a penthouse near Rodeo off of stress All this money, when I grew up, I had nothing Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting Cant believe it, gotta thank God that Im livin comfortably Gettin checks, I dont believe her, she say she done with me Burned some bridges and I let the fire light the way Kickin my feet up, left the PJs on a PJ Yeah, Im a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash I got water on me, yeah, everything on Fiji Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs Rockstar life, so much money itll make you laugh, hey These bitches, they hate, and you cant miss what you never had, hey, hey Off the juice , codeine got me trippin Copped the coupe , woke up, roof is missin Ice , lemonade, my neck was drippin Ice , lemonade, my neck was drippin Im a rockstar, play guitars , sippin Wock, hey Adderall, fentanyl, Xanax bars, ayy I was fifteen, I was sippin codeine with my dawg, ayy Did a Percocet, Promethazine, I feel gnarly Put up a stick and I hop on a plane Still in my war ways Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted He blessed me with fortune and fame I remember from fifty, I couldnt go back empty I knew I was stuck to the game Im loyal and Ill never change, nah Im never gon go against the grain Im never gon be the one to turn on my brother When police has got us detained I wont ever love a bitch more than my mother And thats on my government name I cant be no sucker, aint hatin on no one I wish everybody get paid Cause we countin up every day Gettin high til I land in the grave Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs Rockstar life, so much money itll make you laugh, hey These bitches, they hate, and you cant miss what you never had, hey, hey Off the juice , codeine got me trippin Copped the coupe , woke up, roof is missin Ice , lemonade, my neck was drippin Ice , lemonade, my neck was drippin Yeah, yeah, yeah

Just keep it real cause these niggas be fakin I ran it up now I drip cross the nation Gelato Im blazin, sell hoes like its Vegas PJ different places, Rolex with no patience Keep it real with me, I hope you aint fakin Ran that shit up, now we drip cross the nation Gelato Im blazin, sell hoes like its Vegas Rolex with no patience, PJ different places Ah, Megabus, I got my drip back from Houston Made it back home, this shit wasnt a movie Poured a whole eight and I aint feelin woozy Im a real one and you already knew it Fucked on a groupie, Young Gunna the coolest YSL latest, stay rockin the newest Swap Gucci with Fendi, I really be moody I dont really talk but I speak through my music Pop an X pill and nigga Im booted House in the hills, do it look like we losin? Aint got no deal but my fans say I do it I crack a seal and pour up in my soda My cup runneth over, dont like bein sober Used to pull up and make plays at the Mobil Used to skip school and we wasnt even mobil Slatt, Young Gunna slime like a cobra I fuck with Drip Sosa, ice cold like a polar Still gon get money when this shit is over DMG goin all up my motors Count that shit up, got them racks off of yola My plug is a grower, I love sippin oil I got a backend, Im still seein more It aint no Cali, Young Gunna is law Just keep it real cause these niggas be fakin I ran it up now I drip cross the nation Gelato Im blazin, sell hoes like its Vegas PJ different places, Rolex with no patience Keep it real with me, I hope you aint fakin Ran that shit up, now we drip cross the nation Gelato Im blazin, sell hoes like its Vegas Rolex with no patience, PJ different places My drip is amazin, they all want to take it I fly different places, kill shit like Im raidin Got lyrics like Jason, big gat what Im facin I just broke an agent, she sound real taken Its hell what Im raisin if they try to play me Ride with these Ks like I am a racist The Gucci Im rockin, you know its the latest, yeah I fuck with Young Gunna, I put that on hundreds, thats just how we bomin Big diamonds, big money, big drippin on somethin Big clip thats a drummin, it hit you like thunder, yeah, ayy I get to the numbers, I come from the dungeon I whip tail a foreign, Im doin a hundred Im stone cold like Stunna My watch is included, we dont care bout a bundle, yeah Im settin my mood Im strapped with the tool and Im strapped with the jewel My diamonds they hit hard like a high dude And tipped a lil bitch in Chanel, bought some boots Im thinkin bout trip round the world with my crew Might go Peru, got sauce, you cant lose Reppin that red and countin them blues I get to this bread and stack up the loot Just keep it real cause these niggas be fakin I ran it up now I drip cross the nation Gelato Im blazin, sell hoes like its Vegas PJ different places, Rolex with no patience Keep it real with me, I hope you aint fakin Ran that shit up, now we drip cross the nation Gelato Im blazin, sell hoes like its Vegas Rolex with no patience, PJ different places

Y3 Yeah, Im, Im Im just gon kick some player Poppin like player shit Im on Yeah, uh Ayy C4, ayy, ayy, bro Oh 4Bombs, baby I peeped you, you petty, bitch I sized your measurements Uh, politic Im geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits Aint steppin in no more Giuseppe kicks I aint splurgin, Im stackin these presidents Think Im poppin, Im coppin the latest drip My lil bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith Im doin my boss, I got hella bars My jacket not Zara, I beg they pardon If she one of my broads, she up to par Let you play with this stick like you drive a car I got Locs on the net and them boulevard Gunna pullin these hoes like Pull-A-Part I want suicide doors, Im goin hard Used to get that shit sewed Crip Park Im reachin my goal, lets celebrate Im doin these shows, Im gettin in shape Head to these racks on the interstate We pickin these backends up every state Niggas still hatin, they cant relate We hungry, we eatin up every plate Benihana, I want shrimp and steak Dont cut my lawn, I love the snakes Uh, my ice on my wrist, yeah, its ice on my fist I got ice, got ices all over me Look, I signed a deal with no degree Im a dog, Im eatin that Pedigree Lollipop, baby, come suck on me Top me off, say that she love the D Its a small circle, we never deep I love that syrup, need the recipe I peeped you, you petty, bitch I sized your measurements Uh, politic Im geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits Aint steppin in no more Giuseppe kicks I aint splurgin, Im stackin these presidents Think Im poppin, Im coppin the latest drip My lil bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith Countin these racks got me celibate All of my niggas got felonies They quick to aim at your melon These niggas and bitches be jealous I pull up, Im proper with etiquette How can I stop? I cant ever sleep My partner pull up, Im not scalin it That Draco gon sing like a melody Rich nigga, check out the schedule We on a whole nother level I want that bread like a deli All of these bitches be petty I put three grams in my blunt Yves Saint Laurent and I dont gotta front I get them racks every month Screamin out, Fuck Donald Trump Hop in the foreign, Im doin the dash Pretty red bitch with a whole lot of ass Niggas be hatin, I cant show the stats Gunna, he with me forever Know we be fly like a feather Fifteen passenger big jet, this is not a propeller My old bitch got her groove back, I call her Stella She got a whole lot of money Bitch do whatever I tell her Bitches be blowin up my cellular I used to wrap the package up in Maryland Duke the Blue Devil These bitches be diggin this shit like a shovel I peeped you, you petty, bitch I sized your measurements Uh, politic Im geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits Aint steppin in no more Giuseppe kicks I aint splurgin, Im stackin these presidents Think Im poppin, Im coppin the latest drip My lil bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith

Wheezy Beats Yeah Wheezy outta here Yeah, got nothing but hundreds on my membrane I cant be broke I might go insane I whip that Rolls up with that Mulsanne Swear it wont stop we on the money train Went overseas I had a foreign exchange Im smokin trees, California strain Two tennis necklace these aint PF Changs 16 foreign cars, I aint nothin but 26 They snatched me up, I said I was innocent Fuck them cops tryna take my slime in Seven black whips, you dont know what Im slidin in My money way taller than my ceilings, yeah Old school Murcielago aint come from Craigslist Brand new Aventador, I chopped the head off 20 new tennis chains, Eliantte Pull up, perfect ten, bout my pesos Gotta stay gassed up like Valero Oh oh nah nah nah nah big talk red hoe And she do whatever when I say so, oh Pay the judge off to get the case closed Yeah, got nothing but hundreds on my membrane I cant be broke I might go insane I whip that Rolls up with that Mulsanne Swear it wont stop we on the money train Went overseas I had a foreign exchange Im smokin trees, California strain Two tennis necklace these aint PF Changs No surfboard, these niggas riding our wave Oh, these niggas riding our wave I put the hood on my shoulder blade Put the hood on my shoulder blade Yves Saint Laurent, lil bitch you know we paid Saint Laurent, lil bih, this YSL Bought some more icing, dont need no more cake Some more icing, dont need no more cake I popped a perc, it healed my headache I popped a perky, healed my headache 2-door Rolls Royce, still got leg space 2-door Rolls Royce, this bitch got leg space Show no remorse, we killing everything Show no remorse, Im killing everything That SlimeLife came with that FreeBandz Gang SlimeLife came with that FreeBandz Gang, oh Yeah, got nothing but hundreds on my membrane I cant be broke I might go insane I whip that Rolls up with that Mulsanne Swear it wont stop we on the money train Went overseas I had a foreign exchange Im smokin trees, California strain Two tennis necklace these aint PF Changs

Its Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season, showin me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, its like they therapeutic She take that pussy, I dont call back, so she wont think I need it Made it out the jungle, I ball, aint got no jumper Rest in peace my uncle, never met but I still love you Remember that pussy from way back, pray I dont pop em Stayed in the hood where the killers at, may pull out a chopper This aint diamonds you lookin at, we done updated the roster You can tell thats a rich nigga posture Young GunnWunna, Im spittin it proper Trappin in school, I was servin bags, police was searchin my locker Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, money approaching a Its Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season, showin me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, its like they therapeutic She take that pussy, I dont call back, so she wont think I need it I sticked it deep inside her throat, well it aint no more breathin If I dont post and I go ghost, its gon be for a reason Just got my reading, thats my reasons, Im booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, Im freezin, no way Im anemic Pluto, Pluto, two-door, foot on, man, this shit too easy Know Im gon chop a brick like Judo, snatch a Lamborghini I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons Bitch aint playin her position, cuttin her off, this shit too easy I started raw smashin R&B stars right out the bando Im havin hoes on the west coast, thinkin that I abandoned em I have the drippin in my blood and I can change the climate I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it He put the Presidential on a bitch and then she gave a nigga menage That lil IG bitch aint shit, fucked her in her car Fucked around with a side piece, popped out that night and drove a lot Start talkin Chinese, from all these sticks in the car Its Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season, showin me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, its like they therapeutic She take that pussy, I dont call back, so she wont think I need it I sticked it deep inside her throat, yeah, it aint no more breathin If I dont post and I go ghost, its gon be for a reason Just got my reading, thats my reasons, Im booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, Im freezin, no way Im anemic

Pooh you a fool for this one I aint gon lie Pooh, you is a fool for this one right here nigga Quando Rondo nigga Yeah, gang, pull that bag out nigga, gang Sauced up on the walk up, I be drippin Pockets filled with blue like Im crippin Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side, rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side, broke niggas to the other side Its a nigga in the club with my old bitch You can have that bitch cause she be on some ho shit Somebody in the club standin by a fuck nigga Point that nigga out and tell him you dont fuck with him Its a bitch in the club fuckin everybody Fuck a bitch, cant fall in love cause they for everybody Best believe Im strapped up with that extension So best believe its enough bullets for everybody Shake that ass in a circle baby, go go Shake that ass in a circle baby, go go Go up, down, round and round Go up, down, up, down, round and round baby Sauced up on the walk up, I be drippin Pockets filled with blue like Im crippin Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side, rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side, broke niggas to the other side Bentley coupe came with a frog eyes Connected with these mob ties Cant fuck with you, you from the other side Got too many coupes, I cant even decide Got back up from a loss, now Im winnin Boss man, Ima put my brothers in position Balmain, European stitching in my britches, mmh Bless hands, I been thankin God through the ceiling, mmh Im done sinning We receiving awards from the risks, yeah I done bought more water than the fishes, yeah You fell off cause you dont pay attention, yeah YSL, young Gunna when Im drippin, yeah Sauced up on the walk up, I be drippin Pockets filled with blue like Im crippin Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side, rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side, broke niggas to the other side Yeah, I been booted up the worst way I remember having shootouts on my birthday They tryna find out where Durk stay Dont know if they love me or tryna hurt me Real shooters, pill poppers Deal money, bought a lot of choppers All the opposition, kill em motherfuckers And I cant forget the trenches, them my blood brothers Shout out Quando Rondo, he a lil boss And they say Im super savage, thats the hood fault And I paid you to be cool, thats what love cost Like shout out to the family, know I love yall Sauced up on the walk up, I be drippin Pockets filled with blue like Im crippin Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side, rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side, broke niggas to the other side If you from the West Side, nigga throw the West up If you from the East Side, nigga throw the East up Sauced up, I be drippin Pockets filled with blue like Im crippin, yeah

Secure that vibe at all times Forgot that bitch, got Alzheimers Got white, got blue, got black diamonds Go cash out nigga, Im a big timer I done woke up and brought that bag out Why the fuck my bitch want twenty-five hundred for a ass shot? If you turn, turn around, got diamonds on her fingers and her hand now I pulled straight up to the doctor, nigga I cashed out Gotta keep my cool, stay cautious, I got fans now You niggas trying hard to fit in, nigga watch me stand out I had to take a sip of the lean just to wash my xan down If I pull up with that chopper its a man down These bitches want vibes New coupe, frog eyes We aint telling no lies He aint selling no pies V12 when I ride Yeah see twelve when I slide Yeah got Ms on my mind Might put this jet in the sky Secure that vibe at all times Forgot that bitch, got Alzheimers Got blue, got white, got black diamonds Ima cash out nigga, Im a big timer Ima pass that ho like Matt Ryan Ima put that bitch like Mac timer Ima grease that bitch, yeah hands down Ima wrestle that ho like Mankind Young nigga drippin that sauce and we the bad guys I can get a nigga knocked off, I secured the mob ties Motherfuck the GBI, yeah fuck the FBI Five hundred thousand on shoes, yeah I got every kind Diamonds they hittin the finger, these bitches gon recognize Whippin it, lock it and serve it, break everything down to dimes Martin and Gina this week, man Im chillin around with my wife You play with the slime, you play with this money We play with your life Secure that vibe at all times Forgot that bitch, got Alzheimers Got white, got blue, got black diamonds Go cash out nigga, Im a big timer Secure that vibe at all times Forgot that bitch, got Alzheimers Got blue, got white, got black diamonds Ima cash out nigga, Im a big timer

Yeah Big body whips, extended clip Codeine to sip, Glock on my hip My jeans are 2K, I shop at Phipps You niggas delayed, I fly a Lear Cop a new coupe, camera in the rear We hit the trap, make a bird appear When you a boss, you deserve a share Came out the hood, we was trained to kill My niggas ready, cant wait til you slip Lay where you stay, they gon wait til you dip Run up an 80 and go take a trip Im in the A, Gunna pull up at Phipps Might hit the strip club and spend a lil grip Snuck in this bitch with like eight in the clip My Glock tiny so I call it Tip Throwin up Bs, but my pockets on Crip Tell the bank I want the hundreds with strips Told that bitch I dont wanna hear nothin, just strip Aint tryna fuck, dont want nothin but the lip Dip, get out my brib I was in the hood on my way to the block Hopin they dont slide an hour before I get there I had to walk with that lil 25 And Ive been paranoid, Ima blow if Im scared Years went by, but Im still shell shocked I just got a 49, Ima blow if Im scared Hollow knock out your hair, G-Fazo wearer Balenci-er, got couple pair-er Take your bitch up off the Perc, I repair her Told her to lease, Ima ride Panamera A team, been whippin Benzes, S5s Hop out the house with my hat to the left side He comin through this bitch wrong K cock his head to the right like its shit to the West side Ill start that cap, its for Cap and free Left Eye Bitch, Im in my Biggie bag like Bed-Stuy Big body whips, extended clips Codeine to sip, Glock on my hip My jeans are 2K, I shop at Fifth You niggas delayed, I fly a Lear Cop a new coupe, camera in the rear We hit the trap, make a bird appear When you a boss, you deserve a share Came out the hood, we was trained to kill Yuh, pull up on Herbo, we coppin this drip VVS diamond my neck and my ear Let these lil niggas know that I can hear Police want my prints like Im walkin through clear Like magic, Im makin these dollars appear Went through so much shit, I cant drop no more tears In love with this money, dont care how you feel Uh, uh, uh, uh, that bitch keep tellin me I need to chill Niggas be talkin too much, I can tell She ride that dick like a Cadillac DeVille I love the sound when I crack off a seal Gave her 500 to clean off my nails Yeah, you know real always fuck with the real And these fake pussy niggas feel the shells Big body whips, extended clips Codeine to sip, Glock on my hip My jeans are 2K, I shop at Fifth You niggas delayed, I fly a Lear Cop a new coupe, camera in the rear We hit the trap, make a bird appear When you a boss, you deserve a share Came out the hood, we was trained to kill

Got some racks in my bag, racks in my pants, yeah Take a flight to Japan, had to take a Xan, yeah Got a cool new swag but my drip gon drag, yeah Ima jump in that Lamb, drive it fast, yeah I cant lie Im on it I just fucked your bitch this morning Only when she call me she horny Slam dunk in your bitch like Jordan Got some venom from the slime, she poisoned Sit the Bentley on some offset Forgis Then I gave some racks to my main man Benjamin Franklin my best friend Who choosing on a nigga fore I came in I aint doing this shit for no fame man The Benz got a panorama roof in it 17 coupe fit two in it Got your wrist turnin up so Im a lieutenant Young Gunna Gunna Im authentic Drip in some Gucci all white linen Im finna take off give me one minute Me and my bro going to London Blue cheese on me, all hunnids Hope you pussies paying homage Got lean flowing down to my stomach Pop a X pill to kill my conscience I was sleeping at the bottom of the dungeon Right before I had my funds then And they let me walk through with my gun in Got some racks in my bag, racks in my pants, yeah Take a flight to Japan, had to take a Xan, yeah Got a cool new swag but my drip gon drag, yeah Ima jump in that Lamb, drive it fast, yeah Pour a four of turbid, take it to the head Got two bitches laying in my bed Like giraffe baby gimme that neck Z06 connect top on that Vette Fishtailing and I almost wrecked These are VVS nigga, these baguettes Thats a diamond thatll leave a nigga wet Thats a chopper thatll put em on a stretcher 2500 for a double seal of act Nother lil 100 for a glass, paint it red too This some shit I got used too Most of these hoes I done ran through He tripped right over like a loose shoe Bitch must thought she was new new Sold that ho like my old school Pull to the hood I was one deep You can check the tag, aint nun cheap Got frames on my face cause Im too geeked I got yo bitch on a loose leaf Every time I come through its a movie Got a drip make a dime say, Who is he? Got rack in the room, she turn to a freak Put pipe in the Adam, went way too deep Dont see me, you cant relate to me Got some racks in my bag, racks in my pants, yeah Take a flight to Japan, had to take a Xan, yeah Got a cool new swag but my drip gon drag, yeah Ima jump in that Lamb, drive it fast, yeah Got some racks in my bag, racks in my pants, yeah Take a flight to Japan, had to take a Xan, yeah Got a cool new swag but my drip gon drag, yeah Ima jump in that Lamb, drive it fast, yeah

Woo, woo Bitch, I paid my dues , Porsche is powder blue Shit been real , but we made it through Twenty pointer sittin on my neck Bitch, I want respect, nothing less Bitch, I paid my dues , Porsche is powder blue Sky the limit , and Im livin proof Twenty pointer sittin on my neck Bitch, I want respect, nothing less New check, ayy, blew it on a dream house, yeah Success, aint too many I can trust now Damn, now she blowin up my phone, too much to dеal with I just smoked a whole O, still aint feel shit Dolce Gabbana all on thе red carpet like, Mama, I made it Now that Im poppin and runnin up commas, its so hard to save it I bought my shawty new Balenciaga, aint come with no laces I put some VVs all up in my teeth and they lookin like braces Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, I might pay your rent Waldorf Astoria , no more Radisson Comin through the back door, bitch, let us in I mix Gucci with Chanel, and some Vetements, yeah, yeah Bitch, I paid my dues , Porsche is powder blue Shit been real , but we made it through Twenty pointer sittin on my neck Bitch, I want respect, nothing less Bitch, I paid my dues , Porsche is powder blue Sky the limit , and Im livin proof Twenty pointer sittin on my neck Bitch, I want respect, nothing less We just want respect, nothin less Spend a dollar, we want a check, nothin less Me and Ty Dolla and a few tricks on the jet Sneakers Prada, its Miyagi on my chest Young GunWunna, I dont call nobody to get dressed She like it when we sex and get sloppy with her neck She a performer, look like yoga when she stretch Im strokin it through her dress, left my babies on her breast Had to pay my dues , I aint playin to lose Neck a waterproof , T-shirt made by Rhude Fifty dime at Lenox when Im in a mood Been down from the beginning, so I bought her jewels Bitch, I paid my dues , Porsche is powder blue Shit been real , but we made it through Twenty pointer sittin on my neck Bitch, I want respect, nothing less Bitch, I paid my dues , Porsche is powder blue Sky the limit , and Im livin proof Twenty pointer sittin on my neck Bitch, I want respect, nothing less

Yeah, uh From the A to NYC Yeah, uh On God, uh Its crazy but its true Superstar status, yeah All dead presidents Poppin seals on pints of red Superstar status, yeah They finally gave me a chance Hood Baby, they understand Tell your messenger Im breakin bands On that superstar status, yeah Drip all day, no ends They done got me started again Chinatown, forty tucked, eatin chicken Pyrex kit with the bow in the kitchen Cop some culture when I land in the city Aint talkin dreads when I say extensions Got to work my way up for the Bentley, hah hah OG kush, might lose my mind Fiji water in the Patek, long time Off top, you droppin them dimes Bitch come hop in this ride Had to put my pride to the side Young Trap hoppin on a G5 Bangin five, no Five Guys Leave the trappin out my life Caught some chills for the two tone Make the racks then I go home Keep a steel in the kill zone Mind your business, you a lil loan Never let them make you feel wrong Aint got no arms I can lie on Aint got no arms I can cry on All in all, I hold my own Superstar status, yeah All dead presidents Poppin seals on pints of red Superstar status, yeah They finally gave me a chance Hood Baby, they understand Tell your messenger Im breakin bands On that superstar status, yeah Superstar status, yeah, uh Got a cute ratchet, yeah, yeah Ridin with a baddie, yeah I put some pointers in the Patek, yeah On the flight, I pop xannies, yeah Double up, nigga, back to back Get the money, dont panic Count the cash and rubber band it Slime, she gon leave you like candy Young Gunna, Im a Chanel bandit Not one of my foreign cars rented Trunk in the front with an engine Off-White jean look dingy Bettin on the bitch, aint stingy See the stars and you know they Givenchy Go to trial and we killin all the witness Gunna still drippin Used to get it out the kitchen Whip it with a beater Uh, Porsche two-seater I dont want your feature They listen, Im the teacher Im a superstar creature Superstar status, yeah All dead presidents Poppin seals on pints of red Superstar status, yeah They finally gave me a chance Hood Baby, they understand Tell your messenger Im breakin bands On that superstar status, yeah

Oh, I dont want your name or your number I dont think you gon remember So many times we done this before, I Will never be the one that you switch up for Just go on with your ass, yeah You aint gotta change for me I cant tell no more if its Hollywood or what? Hollywood love Probably gon fuck anyway But then so what? I cant tell no more if its Hollywood or what? Hollywood love Im probably gon fuck anyway But then so what? Ooh, thats okay You got some friends wit you, baby, thats okay Ive been sneakin, geekin, takin drugs all day I feel like the BP, pumpin gas all day This money got me havin my way Drivin to the moon, hittin gas, all breaks Fuckin in the room and the PH outta state Your pussy just like food, fore I eat it say my grace We done came a long way Projects to a penthouse, we done came a long way You might as well come over cause we gon fuck anyway I call you when Im lonely, be my company, fuck space She told me if I drink with her then I dont gotta chase I told her if I be wit her, she gotta earn her place A 2019 Bentley truck to shit all in they face I cant tell no more if its Hollywood or what? Hollywood love Probably gon fuck anyway But then so what? I cant tell no more if its Hollywood or what? Hollywood love Im probably gon fuck anyway But then so what? Ima get this money, Ima get the pesos More chopper, more bucks Ima give you some of my time Give you good dick, pero no más A mansion in the Hollywood Hills In the bathroom, you was throwin up But babe, its so what?

We—we havin vibes on—vibes on vibes, nigga Uh, yeah Yeah Me and Uno and four different hoes She got good head and too many goals Tesla truck with the suicide doors Can’t keep it real, niggas gettin exposed We put up this money and let it get old Finally flooded, my necklace cold We set a fire when all my niggas is home We just want all the blue hundreds, thats it I got a bad bitch, she don’t want a vet We need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the VIP No, we dont need bottles, we came with the sip Too many vibes we trying secure Talkin bout the money, I give you the work I call up young Gunna for bags of birds I land in LA and I stay at the loft Dressin in Raf from head to toe Bags of the midget from Mexico I had no witness, this case is closed Take off the face then the case is closed I have the fish and the bread, the whole loaf, ooh We see a lil lick, we on top of that, ooh Put dick down the middle, no politics Put the dick in her mouth and she swallowed it You lil niggas just fake, Im the opposite I know that ain’t no drip, won’t acknowledge it I been gaining my power like politics Don’t wanna fuck it unless you stay washin it I cant fuck with no bitch who got germs My money straight like a perm Maybachs, his and hers Got no lessons learned With no blessin’ burned Told the lil nigga, Better wait your turn Ayy, sit back then watch this And watch how I catch this birdie Hold my back like girdle Hard-body, got a lot of water like Squirtle Me and young Gunna hop poles like hurdles Me and Uno and four different hoes She got good head and too many goals Tesla truck with the suicide doors Cant keep it real, niggas gettin exposed We put up this money and let it get old Finally flooded, my necklace cold We set a fire when all my niggas is home We just want all the blue hundreds, thats it I got a bad bitch, she dont want a vet We need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the VIP No, we dont need bottles, we came with the sip Too many vibes we trying secure Talkin bout the money, I give you the work I call up young Gunna for bags of birds Im bout to geek up, Jag, and swerve I used to sell all my gas on the curb I went and bought her a Birkin purse She went and bought me a pint of the syrup Big cup, know Im sippin on sizzurp With my slime, my lizard Baby pop a Perc and she start to go bezerk Ooh, this real plat, no silver Ooh, come take a look at my ice Mistake me for a blizzard, ooh I advise everything twice, dont turn me to a killer Gunna aint havin no wife, you aint gotta call me mister I could have spared your wife, I aint even have to hit her Sace all over my bedspread, matchin wit the cizzurtains Now we make these hunneds spread, remember we was all hurtin Baby make them legs spread, we gon cop a purse Cashin out on these hoes, we can cop em all Birkins Me and Uno and four different hoes She got good head and too many goals Tesla truck with the suicide doors Cant keep it real, niggas gettin exposed We put up this money and let it get old Finally flooded, my necklace cold We set a fire when all my niggas is home We just want all the blue hundreds, thats it I got a bad bitch, she dont want a vet We need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the VIP No, we dont need bottles, we came with the sip Too many vibes we trying secure Talkin bout the money, I give you the work I call up young Gunna for bags of birds

Memphis got the money, babes Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a Xanny I pour up clean out the pint and I dont measure I up that thing on your clique, might cause a hazard Im from the old school cut, lets put on Remember high school, nigga I was drippin in Palace Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali In the YSL family, first we established Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage I need these my size With this drip, bitch better catch me outside I only want Forgiato rims when I ride And a fully loaded FN on my side I know my bro wont lose his hope fore I free him out the chain gang I run with locs, they can get it for the low, these young niggas gang bang All a real street nigga wanna do is stack it up and maintain Then jump out Rari on these bitches, letting these chains swang Got some VVSs these aint VS1 Brand new Balmain boots, nigga dont get stepped on Got yo main bitch with me holding my left arm And they wanted me to stop, muhfucker I kept going Bitch thought she was my girl, had to pass her like Brett Favre Bought a brand new G5, taking off like NASA Wild lil beast better move on the street like a Jaguar And shell stress till I eat that fish like Alaska I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a Xanny I pour up clean out the pint and I dont measure I up that thing on your clique, might cause a hazard Im from the old school cut, lets put on Remember high school, nigga I was drippin in Palace Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali In the YSL family, first we established Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage I cant tell no lies On the private island where we reside I dont need no stylist with the shit I buy I put that shit on, then light it on fire I feel like Al Capone, play with me you die Shit clique type, connect this shit to the ties New wristwatch, iced my shit fore I strive It came with all lies Protect my pride I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a Xanny I pour up clean out the pint and I dont measure I up that thing on your clique, might cause a hazard Im from the old school cut, lets put on Remember high school, nigga I was drippin in Palace Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali In the YSL family, first we established Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage Memphis got the money, babes

Yeah Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me I cant get enough of it, all of this jealousy I had a petty bitch, you can do better things Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring In my DM meddlin, off the X, that ecstasy Seven hundred for the Vetements, Im a boss, not a gentleman All my hoes intelligent, cant set me up, Tori Brixx I like my bitches lit, I spend a bag of checks Ecstasy, Tesla, Amiri jeans fetish Look at my world, lets get in to it, look at this lean, addicted to it While he off the leaf, embalming fluid, shoppin spree, I overdo it, yeah Stick talk stick talk , sneak diss, this stick talk I dont talk, just stick talk , Im with niggas that stick talk Go to Europe to get all the euros, yes sir, designer apparel Chapo, need to find the heroin, broke bitch, that vibell kill you Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me I cant get enough of it, all of this jealousy I had a petty bitch, you can do better things Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring In my DM meddlin, off the X, that ecstasy I cant get enough of it , I shootout in public My soda is bubbly , my chest and neck watery I turned to a better me, the Hellcat got hella speed She want methamphetamines , hope you dont never leave Im movin like Billy Jean , a leopard Amiri jeans D&G but Ive been a king , family, you cant get between Dont you please try to intervene, Gunna drippin by any means Elliot got my jewelry clean , got a rose and white wedding ring I married the presidents , I aint leavin no evidence Slimy life, Im not scared of shit , fuck her face. let her eat the dick Cant deny, thats just what it is , Ima take care my brothers kids Got it out of a muddy ditch , we done brought all the hundreds in Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Dunk on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, Im pissed off Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her I just been runnin the dough up, early the money, no hold up Codeine my cup, aint no Folgers, she crack that shit like a soldier I sell rock to your momma, rockstar, whippin the rock up He say he gon pull up, he dont want no drama, mobbin with them shooters Get to the cake, no birthday, I overlap these niggas, first place Shoot a fuck nigga in the air with a AK Shouldve never been around here in the first place These .50 cal, earthquake, run up a check like, wow, relay Im on top right now, gettin top from a thot, cant talk right now Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me Just dont talk to me I cant get enough of it, all of this jealousy I had a petty bitch, you can do better things Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring In my DM meddlin, off the X, that ecstasy

I remember somebody once told me I aint shit without my home boys Funny thing is, they was right My slime is my slime Keep that rocket with him Rondo number nine Hope you buster niggas never cross the line Cause he gon gun you down And then go do the time My slime is my slatt He dont never leave the house without that bat Finessed a nigga out his work and threw the jack My slime, my slime, so you know I got his back Blap, blap, take that, yeah Two coupes No roof Ace and Mitch, on my gettin money shit If you seen me back to back You know who Im rollin with He got 30, I got 30 Rollin 60 like a Crip Thats my word, I got sauce so You know I like the drip Hate when niggas hatin on me So you know we keep the stick Call the plug for some bricks We went half up on that lick He aint worried bout these hoes We aint beefed over no bitch Thats my slime, thats my nigga Who gon watch over my kids? Beat my daughters boyfriend up? Raise my son like it was his? Thats my nigga, he the realest We at Gucci, bustin swipes If he bustin, then Im bustin Bitch, I know its slime for life My slime is my slime Keep that rocket with him Rondo number nine Hope you buster niggas never cross the line Cause he gon gun you down And then go do the time My slime is my slatt He dont never leave the house without that bat Finessed a nigga out his work and threw the jack My slime, my slime, so you know I got his back Blap, blap, take that, yeah My slime is my slime He said, Trip, load the clip, its time to ride Chanel on my hip, pardon my drip, we just slide Momma say snake, slime life is in his eyes Look at my set, me and my slatt spend a dime Business is straight, but Im a snake in his mind Too many whips parked outside, I cant decide Hunnids on me in my jeans, they got us high All of the Cs, all of them Bs, they ready to slide Keep that blick, blick, too many homicides Got icy wrists, figure skate and glide Color blind niggas, stay up out my sight My slime is my slime Keep that rocket with him Rondo number nine Hope you buster niggas never cross the line Cause he gon gun you down And then go do the time My slime is my slatt He dont never leave the house without that bat Finessed a nigga out his work and threw the jack My slime, my slime, so you know I got his back Blap, blap, take that, yeah

Wheezy outta here Run that back, Turbo Yeah Im wreckin it Straight to the top, aint no cappin it We livin life, thats extravagant  Poor high-class nigga, aint average Burnin these trees like they calories Plaques in my crib like a gallery Doggin these hoes, I eat Pedigree My necklace negative four degrees My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees Sky-dweller look like a trophy And my braces get caught in my damn sleep Rick Owens, these aint no damn Rees Just to book me might cost you a Lamb fee Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B Broke the curse and put Ms in my family Im back in it Me and Young Nechie is back in it Straight off the beat, Gunna rappin it Used to have bands and they cappin it Stars in the ceiling, they galaxy Bitches with different nationalities You fuck niggas cause a commodity Shoot him up, leave his body on Mallory Wasn’t the type to be born in that life But still got me some stripes like a referee I was still holdin on but they thought I was off When I took that lil loss, they werent there for me I bossed up myself and I bossed up my niggas Go look at they ice , they got clarity I was broke as a bitch but I went and got rich Now my kids gon have Ms, they inherited Finesse , aint breaking no sweat I went got a check and I married it Oh yes, oh yes, Im flexin the best My Bugatti broad, she got glass in it Im mixin this Wock, Im sippin this Tech They came straight from Indianapolis I land in D.C. and pull up at Bliss Then pick up a backend in Maryland Im wreckin it Straight to the top, aint no cappin it We livin life, thats extravagant Poor high-class nigga, aint average Burnin these trees like they calories Plaques in my crib like a gallery Doggin these hoes, I eat Pedigree My necklace negative four degrees My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees Sky-dweller look like a trophy And my braces get caught in my damn sleep Rick Owens, these aint no damn Rees Just to book me might cost you a Lamb fee Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B Broke the curse and put Ms in my family Bitch, Im a big stepper Third letter, Ima big repper Flawless my diamonds, my wrist wetter I might pull on em with twin Berettas, oh yeah Ill knock em off if you get in the street Teach a nigga just for playin with me Aint no cappin it Stackin my money, Im trappin it I bought that big body, bitch Im a king like big Charlie Your bitch a fiend, yeah, she dick hungry I gave her dick, she a dick junkie Thats a fool, switcheroo Runnin your mouth just like bitches do Hop out with sticks, nigga peek-a-boo Cut him like motherfuckin scissors do Put that boy right in the blender Catch your bitch and just watch how I bend her Dont do the dates and the dinner boo I give you something to remember boo I slide my dick across her temple Bitch, Im a savage, animal Your bitch eat dick, she a cannibal Nechie, Nechie, so Hannibal, bet you havin it Im wreckin it Straight to the top, aint no cappin it We livin life, thats extravagant Poor high-class nigga, aint average Burnin these trees like they calories Plaques in my crib like a gallery Doggin these hoes, I eat Pedigree My necklace negative four degrees My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees Sky-dweller look like a trophy And my bracelets get caught in my damn sleep Rick Owens, these aint no damn Rees Just to book me might cost you a Lamb fee Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B Broke the curse and put Ms in my family

Dubai plates You got cake Your drip splash Hermes H My coupe fast Who want race Drop that bag Two door wraith Bachelor pad big ol gate All these girls my roomates Come to the cash I know what it takes Stupid lil freak talkin bout wait Life too short so I cant Goyard board Im bout to skate Keep me a four I sip drank Beverly center I shop at Saints Lord Im a sinner, I aint a saint Im wearin denim I drip like paint New paper route Im at the bank Dirty money I blow stank Hit this dank watch you faint I get bags boy you aint Hang with gang boy you cant Bitch Im paid we not the same Niggas changin for some change Spent the back end on some rain Spent the back end on a train I let her back in I bought me a range I made the clip pop I flew with the gang Condo in the city condo in L.A You niggas is opposite we not the same Really we poppin we shoot at your brain You know you cant stop it this shit like a train We washin these dollars and makin em clean Ice on my fingers Im Lord of the Rings Throw the bananas and all of the Play with the gang and you know we goin ape Play with draco took the side of my Bape You saving bitches both take off your cape I fuck your hoe treat that bitch like a slave Make your hoe turn to a maid Young nigga and I sip Maid I cant even made Dubai plates You got cake Your drip splash Hermes H My coupe fast Who want race Drop that bag Two door wraith Bachelor pad big ol gate All these girls my roomates Come to the cash I know what it takes Got new drip Mr. Porter I might splash Patek water Rest on the dash sit there with a spoiler 250 in cash blowin these quarters Connect to cartel we crossin the borders Ship out the boat gotta move em through Florida She didnt let you fuck cause you couldnt afford her Niggas get toast and its bread and butter Im in the gutter with Gunna We on the block like Mutombo We get this shit by the bundle Wrap up that brick by the bundle I got on ice in the summer My diamonds bitin piranha My niggas slime anaconda Dubai plates You got cake Your drip splash Hermes H My coupe fast Who want race Drop that bag Two door wraith Bachelor pad big ol gate All these girls my roomates Come to the cash I know what it takes

Yeah Real diamonds, real diamonds on me Only real diamonds on me I pull up, they see the AP I got the time of the streets, yeah Shit can get cold, ooh Stick to my vision, sail out on the road  Get it and go, yeah thats all that I know Bout to go in, pardon my flow Yeah Whippin a Bent, chauffeur the Rolls Ice the Patek, icy the stones Mix the baguette, with them rose I got a check, crush on the neck Told her to fetch, hit like a wreck Makin it stretch, already flex I wanna sex, draw as a sketch Before I dig in it, she already wet A nigga play, we leave him right where we at They pillow talking and I barely could chat She dont call me she gon send me a text A nigga playin and a nigga get wack She from LA and her pussy a snatch Knock her down and put that mouth on the latch Real diamonds, real diamonds on me Only real diamonds on me I pull up, they see the AP I got the time of the streets, yeah Shit can get cold Stick to my vision, sail out on the road Get it and go, yeah thats all that I know Bout to go in, pardon my flow Hopped up out the car like a superstar Had to drop a couple bars just to prove em wrong They thought I only was gon dance, now they dance to my songs Turned em all Into fans, this what they waited for How could you hate on me When I work hard seven days, all week? Some days I dont even eat or sleep Gotta hold down my family Cant forget about my team Real ones by my side Its a cold world thats hard to find Gotta have ones who ride, yeah Real diamonds, real diamonds on me Only real diamonds on me I pull up, they see the AP I got the time of the streets, yeah Shit can get cold Stick to my vision, sail out on the road Get it and go, yeah thats all that I know Bout to go in, pardon my flow Ha, all these diamonds on me And all my diamonds on freeze Racks poppin out my jeans Got a cup full of Codeine At night sometimes I cant sleep Young nigga runnin on E Baby girl, be my peace From all this drama in these streets And if they run up on me Ima leave somethin on they teeth Blood rushin down his teeth I told you bout fuckin with me Boy, you know Im headed to the top Hell no boy I wont stop Hey, young nigga gettin his guap Nigga duckin all these cops Hey flex game proper Pocket full of guap and so Im loadin these choppers A nigga talkin down, so I throw em these blakkas Hey, Yella Michael Phelps, spent four on these goggles Four more on these joggers Big dummy shackle Young nigga puttin his poney bubbles Nigga wanna plex put a hoe in his wobble Back in the day, show any robbers Ooh, flexin that aint nothin new Put bout thirty thousand dollars in my tooth You cant walk a mile up in my shoes Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh Real diamonds, real diamonds on me Only real diamonds on me I pull up, they see the AP I got the time of the streets, yeah Shit can get cold Stick to my vision, sail out on the road Get it and go, yeah thats all that I know Bout to go in, pardon my flow Cant lose Lil baby tired but theres nothing I cant get through Made it far in this life that I didnt choose I gotta pray, without faith you might lose

Told you we was gon be rich And stack my chips So much money dont make no sense I dont know what I spent Make me wanna cop that Benz Ride around the town with no tint Cash in the bag we lit Smashed and then got in that Vette So much money dont make no sense I aint got no friends Tom Ford all over my lens Got racks in my pants Ride with a FN Got steel like Pakistan I flew cross the map again Got shows and I got fans Gotta count them racks again I aint hide my safe in the attic Smoke weed, sip lean, eat molly, pop xan bitch Please dont panic Got a Glock 19 black matte Gotta ride with that static Lil Duke with a iced out Patek YSL getting green like salad Gunna got a flow, cant get it Fucking on all these bitches My diamonds wash all the dishes You niggas cant reinvent me Pull up in that foreign, foreign, foreign at the Weston Fucking on a pedestrian I got these bitches desperate Told you we was gon be rich And stack my chips So much money dont make no sense I dont know what I spent Make me wanna cop that Benz Ride around the town with no tint Cash in the bag we lit Smashed and then got in that Vette So much money dont make no sense I aint got no friends Tom Ford all over my lens Got racks in my pants Ride with a FN Got steel like Pakistan I flew cross the map again Got shows and I got fans Gotta count them racks again Told you lil niggas that we gon be rich Run that shit up so much, dont make no sense Used to ride MARTA now pull up in Benz Sipping on lean bout to fuck up my kidneys Since a young nigga, been getting it Quick to turn 10 to a 20 All of these bad bitches they on my dick, I got plenty Selling out shows and winning This foreign on me got tint Riding with a bad lil bitch Hop on the highway, she suck on my dick Diamonds on me and they looking like piss Mama I told you that we gon be rich Gotta keep it real and cant ever switch I had to stack up my chips Stuck in the streets, came up off a lick I had to stay down, stay in my own lane Mama she told me, dont go against the grain Knew what I been through, you cant feel my pain Keep it so real that shit run through my vein Made myself a boss and made me a name Work in the trap, make the trap go insane And aint a damn thing changed, ah Told you we was gon be rich And stack my chips So much money dont make no sense I dont know what I spent Make me wanna cop that Benz Ride around the town with no tint Cash in the bag we lit Smashed and then got in that Vette So much money dont make no sense I aint got no friends Tom Ford all over my lens Got racks in my pants Ride with a FN Got steel like Pakistan I flew cross the map again Got shows and I got fans Gotta count them racks again

Uh, uh-uh Hood Baby You know what Im sayin, I got the fuckin Chanel band with me Guwanna, lets go Uh, pull up, hop out of the Wraith I put some ice in her face Bitch, Im a slime to the grave Wipe his nose, dont leave a trace We some YSL motherfuckin apes, uh Hood Baby, Guwunna, new wave Its crazy but its true Oh, I gotta sleep with a K 50 racks spent on a case Run that shit up, now we straight Came out the south of the A Disrespect, we gon shoot up the wake Bitch, I go hard, Ima break mine On Forgiatos and I skate She let me bust in her face This Hublot keep makin me wait My bitch pussy wet as a lake My drip is the talk of the day Me slime Gotit really the wave We pimp a ride to the cash usin Waze Show the world “Slatt,” now we gotta get paid Smokin’ on cookie that came from the Bay Uh, pull up, hop out of the Wraith I put some ice in her face Bitch, Im a slime to the grave Wipe his nose, dont leave a trace We some YSL motherfuckin apes, uh Hood Baby, Guwunna, new wave Its crazy but its true Havin’ this shit, yeah, for sure Havin’ this shit by the loads Me and Guwunna the best Make her tat YSL on her legs Draco, draco, blow shit like a note I rep Bloods, shoot shit bout my locs Spent some racks just to pierce in her toe Neck VV’d up, yeah, water It’s crazy but it’s true On my wrist, cost me your bae Smokin’ OG from the Bay She gon’ let me slap dick on her face No handouts, lil nigga, we straight Uh, pull up, hop out of the Wraith I put some ice in her face Bitch, Im a slime to the grave Wipe his nose, dont leave a trace We some YSL motherfuckin apes, uh Hood Baby, Guwunna, new wave Its crazy but its true

Top off hit the light, Im a rich young nigga I put on my ice, got the whole room lit up This is private flight, got the whole crew wit us Dont go against the gang, reconsider Booked up for the month, Ima see six figures They going on back and fourth, got my bitch sweet-bitter This the latest Saint Laurent, Im a real big dripper Thinkin bout being cheap, reconsider I can fuck that bitch when I want to Dick inside her gut like a corkscrew All my tapes be classic like a old-school I got the Midas touches, I can bless you Lifes a game of chess, make your best move Shit on all these niggas, I need a restroom Wake up at 11 and made a check by noon Got the ones on the floor from these strippers, need a broom Nine years in the feds, free the goon Dont make me take this coupe and drive it to the moon Im with Lil Uzi, I be geekin off these shrooms My T-shirt Louis, yes, Im rockin Fruit of Looms Spend at least a dime on any avenue Lately, I been gettin too high, I think I need to regroup Dressin like a thousand island, red on the bottom of my shoe Got a plain watch, yeah the one with diamonds, it depend on my mood Top off hit the light, Im a rich young nigga I put on my ice, got the whole room lit up This is private flight, got the whole crew wit us Dont go against the gang, reconsider Booked up for the month, Ima see six figures They going on back and fourth, got my bitch sweet-bitter This the latest Saint Laurent, Im a real big dripper Thinkin bout being cheap, reconsider This is a Trackhawk, not a cheap Jeep I had a 6 inside of a 20, Im in a deep sleep Bought the new Panasonic just to see myself on TV Got hoes like Onyx when I land in the DMV Ill just be honest, thats my style, you a mini me When I go to LA, I got vibes, we like 50 deep When I go on tour, my set be loud, gotta sip this tea Million dollar ties, I got slime, London on the beat Wanna go to the 9 with Lil Marlo cause Im playing for keeps Drippin is the motto, got my pants all creased I think he need fewer cause his pockets on E Gotta keep some bulls, I got rackades on me Got my fridge full, I dont wanna OD Tell that lil bitch chill, I dont want her on me Thousand for my sweatsuit, yeah, nothin I do is cheap I learn from the bosses takin heat Top off hit the light, Im a rich young nigga I put on my ice, got the whole room lit up This is private flight, got the whole crew wit us Dont go against the gang, reconsider Booked up for the month, Ima see six figures They going on back and fourth, got my bitch sweet-bitter This the latest Saint Laurent, Im a real big dripper Thinkin bout being cheap, reconsider Thinkin bout being cheap, reconsider Thinkin bout goin against the gang, reconsider

Baby got ass in them jeans Baby got ass in them jeans Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline Dickin you down, grabbing your weave And I got some racks, pocket full of green Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen Pull up in a drop-top looking all clean And I got on Off-White looking like cream She say she wanna fuck and suck me with no strings Leaning on the X tryna balance it with weed Think about flying to Belize Take a nigga bitch and I let her fly with me But I will never ever ever let her get between Mob ties New lights on the Benz looking cock eyed On the southside In the coupe sippin lean, eating Popeyes Got a Glock Young nigga MOB had to pop off Shitll get hostile Make a nigga her star Any given time and Rolls Rolex not the Timex She living like an omelet Word on the street nigga Im next Whip it like a Pyrex I can take a lot of jets Fuck a ho, we gon have a lot of sex We gon count a lot of checks Baby got ass in them jeans Baby got ass in them jeans Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline Dickin you down, grabbing your weave And I got some racks, pocket full of green Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen Baby got ass in them jeans Baby got ass in them jeans Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline Dickin you down, grabbing your weave And I got some racks, pocket full of green Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen Now the big booty bitch sucking my soul Still rocking Off-White, Mr. VLone Freaky lil bitch tryna follow me home Told the lil foe I could smell his cologne I was just smoking me a zone Got on all gold but Ima tote me some chrome And a hunnid racks on a show now we on Huncho! New 2020 Benz need it pronto With a thick hoe We in NYC smoking Fonto Gotta deep throat Make a nigga run in the Chanel store I let her bring her friend over We go and fuck the gun store I gotta keep a Latex Fuckin on a thot having safe sex A nigga never play that Running up and down counting paychecks Racks Ima make that I made it out the projects Poppin that nigga, never had shit Now a nigga fly jets Baby got ass in them jeans Baby got ass in them jeans Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline Dickin you down, grabbing your weave And I got some racks, pocket full of green Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen Baby got ass in them jeans Baby got ass in them jeans Lemme see you bounce, like a trampoline Dickin you down, grabbing your weave And I got some racks, pocket full of green Finna hit Saks, cop some Miskeen

Jeffery Turn the light down in here YSL Forever Wheezy Beats Yeah, this bitch got some other speed V12, thats some other speed Ice this bitch, might get a little bit in my other jeans Getting colossal, name big as hell on the other screen OJ Simpson, bitch Watch a nigga pimp this bitch Lil bitty shrimp this bitch Watch a nigga wrist glist Watch a nigga bitch glist Pockets on biscuits I attend your wishlist Yeah, I got your bae with me And I got some the stage with me And I got some chains with me And I got some change with me And I got mains with me And your own mains with me Lotta cocaine with me Whole lotta brains with me You cant do your dance Cause you got way too many bands And they tight Balmains Hundred on the case, no stains Got the bitch from Maine, took her to Spain Do the same thing again Ima gon maintain Free my niggas in the bhain gang Yeah, this bitch got some other speed V12, thats some other speed Ice this bitch, might get a little bit in my other jeans Getting colossal, name big as hell on the other screen OJ Simpson, bitch Watch a nigga pimp this bitch Lil bitty shrimp this bitch Watch a nigga wrist glist Watch a nigga bitch glist Pockets on biscuits I attend your wishlist Ill complete my hit-list Ill handle my business Down with the Panorama ceiling I can hear the V12 in the engine Im driving like a savage, dawg Im tryna get a Patek Remember we aint have it, dawg Now we got a pool in the palace, dawg Flying through your city YSL back to back in the Bentley With my dawg With my diamonds washed all the dishes Now my brother get it all like a commissioner Finna put him on his feet in position Smoke a lot of weed like a chimney Ima go machine on these bitches V12, drive it like a hemi Yeah, this bitch got some other speed V12, thats some other speed Ice this bitch, might get a little bit in my other jeans Getting colossal, name big as hell on the other screen OJ Simpson, bitch Watch a nigga pimp this bitch Lil bitty shrimp this bitch Watch a nigga wrist glist Watch a nigga bitch glist Pockets on biscuits I attend your wishlist Brand new Ferrari, 488, we got that other speed Come through in foreigns We tearing up the street Crank on the clock, got that cannon on me F&N and it aint jamming on me Came out the jungle, grew up in the 3 Went through the struggle, shit made me a beast Chop off the coupe Came with no roof Bitches be watching my moves I been a hot boy like Juve Get that shit in and we get that shit out and we get that shit off like a day or two Thumb through the money, we rack that shit up and we take her to town like a player do Yeah, this bitch got some other speed V12, thats some other speed Ice this bitch, might get a little bit in my other jeans Getting colossal, name big as hell on the other screen OJ Simpson, bitch Watch a nigga pimp this bitch Lil bitty shrimp this bitch Watch a nigga wrist glist Watch a nigga bitch glist Pockets on biscuits I attend your wishlist

I just left the lot, I bought a new Jag Come check out my bitch, she got Chanel swag I look in my bag, I got some blue cash I just left the lot, I got a new Jag Go check out my bitch, she got Chanel swag I look in my bag, I got some blue cash Karats in my wrist and she like, I just wanna see them I just wanna touch on you, your Backwoods look like three grams Rose gold Flexing with that Hitech, bitch Trap out that spot, thats DrugRixh Plug fare, thats Hoodrich Flexing too hard, fucked up my torso Fucked in her mouth, she got that sore throat Balmain boots, jeans, and a fur coat Thugging immigrant, you know me with pure croat Juuging, they come with a barcode I wont slip over the wire like Marlow I put your bitch in my bio We pouring up lean like its Cinco de Mayo Foreign red bitch, just like the Hitech I cant fuck unless the pussy wet I got some snakes on my shoes I got a hundred in jewels I got her wet like a cruise I got a 20, all blues Born to win, well never lose Pouring up lean I got the juice I just left the lot, I bought a new Jag Go check out my bitch, she got Chanel swag I look in my bag, I got some blue cash Karats in my wrist and she like, I just wanna see them I just wanna touch on you, your Backwoods look like three grams Rose gold Flexing with that Hitech, bitch Trap out that spot, thats DrugRixh Plug fare, thats Hoodrich Dress and I drip in Chanel Giving these broke niggas hell I want a rack, fuck a jail Sipping on drink, Im moving like a snail Bitch, I was 18 years old with a bale Niggas get caught by the law, they gon tell Came out that jungle, I run with them shottas, for real All of my niggas, they worried bout a M Been lifting weight, but dont be in no gym Riding in the backseat, but Im in a recliner I changed her up, put my bitch in Designer Bitch, Im not stressing, Im chasing this check She wanna fuck, but I only want neck Cant only fuck me, gotta run through the set Late for the show, so we hopped on a jet I just been running it up I was so down on my luck Now, bitch, Im up I just left the lot, I bought a new Jag Go check out my bitch, she got Chanel swag I look in my bag, I got some blue cash Karats in my wrist and she like, I just wanna see them I just wanna touch on you, your Backwoods look like three grams Rose gold Flexing with that Hitech, bitch Trap out that spot, thats DrugRixh Plug fare, thats Hoodrich I just left the lot, I got a new Jag Go check out my bitch, she got Chanel swag I look in my bag, I got some blue cash

We got London On Da Track Diamonds doin the Macarena They doin the Macarena I cop a foreign an go paint it Ride it like a Power Ranger Play with that cash, its a no-no Playin bout the bag its a no-no Yeah the bitch bad, I take her out Chanel bag on, let her take it out Tic tock matching the ring Every diamond on me bling DC, fuck you mean Every time you see me, Im clean Molly mountain clean Purp, the syrup come clean Old girl like my bling Buy my old girl some bling I got the whole world watching me Suck the dick like Jollys, whee Im gettin cheese, yeah that cottage cheese Im just seeing what the eyes can see I just got a jacket, its Buscemi like no can see I just wanna see it ride around like that US army Hermès on my boxers, rock the latest Gucci women belt The snake on it all yee right Designer shit, Im fiendin for it Drippin ounces an I like all my Balmains tight Ring, ring, ring the phone an you get red bottoms Head game strong, you must be from down South Kingpin numbers, Im not talkin ringtones Big bird sippin Tussy, got me dead now I been drinkin mud since I was peein in the bed, whoa Hispanic dope floodin all the bandos Lookin at transitions in my mug shots You can tell Im gettin dough Diamonds doin the Macarena They doin the Macarena I cop a foreign and go paint it Ride it like a Power Ranger Play with that cash, its a no-no Playin bout the bag its a no-no Yeah the bitch bad, I take her out Chanel bag on, let her take it out Woop, take that bitch then clean her Woop, make it hurricane Katrina Woop, all my diamonds they poisonous Woop, cause Im gettin cake like funnel Woop, I just ride a new Bimmer Woop, cop a new foreign, no re-runs Woop, Im gon sell out the arena Woop, and I got stripes like a Bengal Woop, nigga, dont play about cheetah Woop, I aint never playin with a cheater Woop, let a bitch hold that nina Woop, dont get smoked lil nigga Ring like the solar, this that ruby red rock I got a Draco for these grumpy bad cops I got a red flag like Im a red sock I got some water like Im on a damn dock I got a Rollie, bust down, thats a G-Shock I had a bankroll inside my lunch box I point the stick at his feet and make him hop Your pocket on pancake, like they IHOPs Diamonds doin the Macarena They doin the Macarena I cop a foreign and go paint it Ride it like a Power Ranger Play with that cash, its a no-no Playin bout the bag its a no-no Yeah the bitch bad, I take her out Chanel bag on, let her take it out

Playmakers Fuck it lets pour up a 8 I get them racks outta state Im on another wave Got a check in a checkerboard case Park the foreigns in back of the gate Pop my shit and Ima pop at your face Got on all of my ice, Ima skate We gon assassin who hate And its the price you gon pay We get geeked up like back in the day Bitch come fuck the circle an get paid You cant get close to the safe 50 racks on a AP today I smoke on that shit from L.A Stack that shit up and stay out the way Ayy, yay, I gotta ride with the semi These niggas still penny pinching Shoot out that five til its empty Its just me and Lil Duke in the Bentley Know a lot of you niggas aint with me You get shot for some shit you aint mean it Im a boss and my bitch is the meanest And I put it on Sixties Stunting on all my ex bitches He got a check but we rich Run up that sack got me filthy I got that shit out the mud Sipping and toastin them drugs I did this shit with no plug Chasing outside the show for a hug Bout to fly back overseas I dont wanna fuck bitch I just want some knees Bad bitch she just came in from Belize I keep the cake and cuffing these freaks We sip the lean and we dont drink no beer YSL takeover yeah this our year Flexing these diamonds got too many carats I fucked yo bitch cause she know Ima savage Fuck it lets pour up a 8 I get them racks outta state Im on another wave Got a check in a checkerboard case Park the foreigns in back of the gate Pop my shit and Ima pop at your face Got on all of my ice, Ima skate We gon assassin who hate And its the price you gon pay We get geeked up like back in the day Bitch come fuck the circle an get paid You cant get close to the safe 50 racks on a AP today I smoke on that shit from L.A Stack that shit up and stay out the way Ayy, hey, hey, aint telling no facades Gimme another ménage Fat ass like Nicki Minaj I still fuck with Shad da God Cause we from the other side Take these pictures no never mind You know real niggas recognize Pull up, muddy Audemar wrist, flooded Big bankroll on me, I go 6:30 He say pull up with some clean I pull up with some Kid Cudi Been havin Actavis tech Been havin Actavis Slow it down lil God you fucking up all yo money Pulled up at that Magic and left that 6 trey runnin Pouring percs and red on these bitches Bitch sittin on them Benz seats Im never itching Fuck it lets pour up a 8 I get them racks outta state Im on another wave Got a check in a checkerboard case Park the foreigns in back of the gate Pop my shit and Ima pop at your face Got on all of my ice, Ima skate We gon assassin who hate And its the price you gon pay We get geeked up like back in the day Bitch come fuck the circle an get paid You cant get close to the safe 50 racks on a AP today I smoke on that shit from L.A Stack that shit up and stay out the way

Lyrics from Snippet Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Chanel for my queen, baguettes on my team I flooded out my ring, aviators a machine Hermes in my day and a bag for Celine Got cash for my hand, ten bands for this cream I told her the machine, rocking Jordan-sized rings I told em we unruly, hes a rat out down the streets I made it out the dope hole, cappin off a P We been selling out shows, backends through the week Pass me a lighter, dont fuck with writers Im in the sky, Ive been high as a kite, uh New fashion icons, put the whole world on Spider We can do without one, aint have to use a writer New Saint Laurent, Ive been dripping since diaper Private plane flying, I know that no fighter Fourteen young ladies with me like a minor I could no longer sit back and be silent Picture-perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah I know you a star, put a gleam in em, yeah another bitch other drip Used to In a different court on another roll Patek em like a doja penn, yeah But you got no remorse, Gucci corduroys, yeah Lamborghini Urus, is a motorsport, yeah Fly away to Europe, just to shop of course, uh Ive been gettin this money since the raw reports, mm-mm Ive been getting blue hunnids, payout some of the North, mm-mm Who afford the coupe when you silent? All these bags, Im sippin drugs, my cup muddy, uh All this glass, drip Piguets my shit flooded, yeah Prada bags, she got ass with no stomach, yeah Gucci bags, clean my glass, then you splungin I splashed on a hunnid, you look sad in that Honda, yeah Picture-perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah I know you a sta— ... ...

Lyrics from Snippet Put your pussy lips on live, Ill give you a thousand dollars Put your pussy lips on live, Ill give you a thousand dollars Pussy boys Lets go Never been a lover, man But she said she want a man I can never stop runnin out of rubbers, man Stroke her on the top sheets under the covers, yeah , mhm Baby got that water head Thats a juice box, drippin, runnin down her leg Got me goin hard, I don’ ripped the condom, man And I’m full of bars, shawty make me cum again Let me see your pussy lips for a fuckin thousand Is it good, is it damaged, or got high mileage? You can check your Cash App, I aint no fuckin coward Million dollar game, the trap Told em, Meet me at the pad in a couple hours, You could get hit in that bed, gotta hit the shower Versace robe on my ass, I dont need a towel Fuck her pussy and her ass, then back in the shower Gunna Wunna, gotta call me two times Nigga play with me, we end up doin two crimes Got a bitch that want a reaper like its two dice But she suck it and she clean it, do it so nice Love shawty, eat that pussy like a whole dyke Heard her mommy said, See, that hoe? She dont bite But she suckin and she gotta take it slow, right Pop a Xan, feel like Im geekin on a long flight Told a put her legs on my motorbike Swear that pussy sped, call it Dolomite Two hoes on the jet, call it Told her, Call some friends, dont even mess with mine, yeah Fuckin on the real, and they recognize It depends on how I feel, she might spend the night take a 9, I hit hit once or twice, or a hundred times Let me see your pussy lips for a fuckin thousand Is it good, is it damaged, or got high mileage? You can check your Cash App, I aint no fuckin coward Million dollar game, the trap Told em, Meet me at the pad in a couple hours, You could get hit in that bed, gotta hit the shower Versace robe on my ass, I dont need a towel Fuck her pussy and her ass, then back in the shower Never been a lover, man But she said she want a man I can never stop runnin out of rubbers, man Stroke her on the top sheets under the covers, yeah Baby got that water head Thats a juice box, drippin, runnin down her leg Got me goin hard, I don’ ripped the condom, man And I’m full of bars, shawty make me cum again Do your fuckin porn star like the Bang Brothers Im buyin more rubbers Put my dick insider her mouth like a whole supper Home ballin with that style, Im a globetrotter Im tryna love that lil bitch, now she got her own momma She compare me to your boys, I let my home call her Got her runnin with these bags...

Run that back, Turbo Ayy Oh, you miss me? Im in foreign cars now Ice on all my dawgs, haters on IG, they logged out And I brought em all out, V12 engine roarin loud Hit the parkin lot, I open up the door, its all clouds Know I made my mama proud when she saw me rock a crowd Had the fans goin wild No bap, I told her I was gon buy me a Rollie as a child Rollie on me right now, give them bitches bright smiles Im with wifey, pipe down Gettin the two-door wiped down On the freeway, blow a pound Every time I come around just expect a hundred rounds Feel like rain comin down, Herbo drippin through your town Foreign whippin through your town Herbo, you gеt love just like Jordan, Pippen in your town I told my mama I was gon makе it, now I made it I remember when they all hated, they all changin I remember I was down and they acted so cold If you werent with me in the Honda, you cant be with me in this Rolls, no, no You cant, you cant, you cant , you cant, no You cant, you cant, you cant, no You cant, you cant, and you wont, no I dont need you anymore Keepin patience while Im in and out of situations She say we datin, but I hardly give her a conversation Try to paint that picture and its fuckin with my imagination I dont ever kiss her, but I always give her penetration Peep that you wasnt with me, you aint ridin in this Bentley Couldve fucked and gave you nothin, thank God I wasnt stingy You full of kizzy Couldve laced you in new Givenchy Left my soul empty Cant help me with spendin these millis You dont know who you livin for I just dont know why its so hard to play your part But its okay, cause I dont want you anymore Like fish parquet deep in the sea, its plenty more I told my mama I was gon make it, now I made it I remember when they all hated, they all changin I remember I was down and they acted so cold If you werent with me in the Honda, you cant be with me in this Rolls, no, no You cant, you cant, you cant , you cant, no You cant, you cant, you cant, no You cant, you cant, and you wont, no I dont need you anymore

Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tip toe, YSL, lil bitch, we loaded, yeah Tip coated, ooh Yeah, niggas know we drop explosions Kill a nigga quiet, no commotions Really rich with no promotion YSL, lil bitch, we loaded Vibe with some views of the ocean Drivin the coupe like its stolen East to the west, Im just coastin Ease all the stress with the potion With my dog, yeah, wе shared the same Glock If you my dog, then we got the same opps Get you stabbed in your shit for a Green Dot Yeah, yeah, anybody get it, Im a menace in my city Maybach truck ride slow, I didnt feel the speed bump Pull that press down, he get squeezed like Capri-Sun Yeah, street sweeper sweepin, I sweep for no reason Yeah, bitch, for no reason Built like a rock like Im starting from Bleveland They accused me for a body, I beat it Summertime walk with the function the blicky I am the biggest, the opp in the city Opp in your ear and they gon plot cause Im richer Your big homie blow, he aint even got a Richard Since a jit, gettin his shit on Got popped with that stick in And he walk with the shitbag, I think he a shitter Yeah, niggas know we drop explosions Kill a nigga quiet, no commotions Really rich with no promotion YSL, lil bitch, we loaded Vibe with some views of the ocean Drivin the coupe like its stolen East to the west, Im just coastin Ease all the stress with the potion Im not myself when Im sober Come through with sticks and we makin commotion Im with a chick and she bendin it over Spend a thousand on kicks, it dont matter, Im loaded Bitch, Im the shit, I used to sit on the bench, got that ball and I turnt into Kobe How you hit a brick and you still get a trophy? Look at my wrist, how it glist, thats a Rollie I know she know once I hit it, its over, I quit it Extended mag Glizzy, Im shootin til its empty Im walkin round, twenty bands in my britches I look like a lick, know its tempting Heard he got popped, we aint showin no sympathy We catch a opp, we step on him, literally I need a mop, Im drippin like literally Im at the top, give a fuck if you offendin me She wanna show that she diggin me Yeah, niggas know we drop explosions Kill a nigga quiet, no commotions Really rich with no promotion YSL, lil bitch, we loaded Vibe with some views of the ocean Drivin the coupe like its stolen East to the west, Im just coastin Ease all the stress with the potions

Brrr! Ahhh! Ive been lobbin on your line, girl pick up It look I aint keepin wastin a minute Ima buss into your place, wit ya  Swear that I dont need your frame in my picture Picture, picture, see the big picture Swear that I dont need your frame in my picture Picture, picture, see the big picture And is me and you framed in my picture Picture Oh mama big, big picture Is it real B? Dont you say to me Ahhh Ill take the blame if you give it If thats the thing that you need Treat it just like a magician I got the tricks up my sleeve Bet that I play my position If you wanna play off of me Just say what you want and Ill give it I said I got what you need So why wait, why, why, wait? For all lobsters, take my entrée If it gonna be today, why wai-ai-ai-ait So why wait, why, why, wait? For all lobsters, take my entrée If it gonna be today Ive been lobbin on your line, girl pick up It look I aint keepin wastin a minute Ima buss into your place, wit ya Swear that I dont need your frame in my picture Picture, picture, see the big picture Swear that I dont need your frame in my picture Picture, picture, see the big picture And is me and you framed in my picture Yeah You dont wanna get me in my bag, yeah I got trust issues If you want my shoes, then you know why I cant trust you And I know youre still upset Cuz Im the only one that can make you wet You love me on my line, yeah-yeah, thats facts I could picture us Cuz Im gonna get you and pearls You need it lemme bless your world Before she let me pull her curls She sweeter than a chocolate swirl You picture perfect girl You picture perfect girl I could look and see youre worth it, ya Pussy clean, but she a dirty girl I wake up and bake I throw it while she shake She twerking in the lobby, cant stand, cant blink I get high, wont care what you think Im gonna get wired as money in the bank Pull up to the side got it pimped up When I call you on the line, baby pick up I get high, lot of drugs in my system Shades coverin up my eyes in the picture Picture, picture, see the big picture Swear that I dont need your frame in my picture Picture, picture, see the big picture And is me and you framed in my picture No go, no go, no go do me Call me my dumebi Im high of the Henny and the Mary Doin a hunnid in my Mercedes Im five minutes away from you baby Wey ah pick up, baby pick-pick up This one no be .jpeg, its a big picture Shawty too peng, girl Im fucking with you You gotta kick, I gotta cash make we link up Girl I remember how your pineapple taste Wanna, give you banana, you my monkey today Girl I want you to start go-go nuts with your waist I hope you dont mind if I hmm on your face Just sauce, no ketchup Its just sauce, no pressure I want us to take shots of that liquor It will be me and you framed in the picture Ive been lobbin on your line, girl pick up It look I aint keepin wastin a minute Ima buss into your place, wit ya Swear that I dont need your frame in my picture Picture, picture, see the big picture Swear that I dont need your frame in my picture Picture, picture, see the big picture And is me and you framed in my picture Richard Mille on, time fly She see me through her peripheral, from her side eye Aint no huggin and kissin, Im just the side guy She wanted too much power, ending like LaLa Yeah, just slide, slide by Im with four of my niggas if she wanted five guys Niggas dont even fuck with me hittin my line Im the king of the jungle, wont need to lie, lie Na-na, she call me, papa Got me talkin different, te veo mañana See you not my girl, you my Lady no Gaga My baby, my Lady no Gaga Yeah You dont wanna get me in my bag, yeah I got trust issues If you want my shoes, then you know why I cant trust you And I know youre still upset Cuz Im the only one that can make you wet You love me on my line, yeah-yeah, thats facts I could picture us

Yeah Anybody seen my drink? Oh, we goin all night tonight Im on that white though All night‚ nigga Nah‚ for real though Talk to em, nigga Im talkin breakin down a brick, yeah‚ to hit a lick, yeah In love with the bitch, but she still a trick‚ yeah That ass sittin right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah I could fuck it right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh Gotta let them niggas know, boy, you got that dough, boy Fuck what you heard, you aint nothin to hold boys Before I seen them Os, boy, I was a poor boy Drop my top in the hood, yeah, Im talkin dope boy I be making hits, man, like a hitman What you say about them dollars, they can suck a dick, man Keep my dawg on the collar cause that boy a pit, man Streets get deep, yeah, Im talking quicksand Straight up out the hood, yeah, Im ridin wood, yeah Rose gold with the pointers, yeah, Im lookin good, yeah Self-made, self-paid, yeah, its understood, yeah Still be A-E-W, I wish a nigga would, yeah You bout your issue? Is you gon shine every night? Phone off, grind it up and get it right Dont do no snitchin, dont do no trickin, dont do no lackin Dont do no cappin, its all night, lets get it crackin Came up on a milli, yeah, Im a millionaire I can see the envy, yeah, through these Cartiers Neighborhood style, like catch me rockin cashmere Extravagant shop, I cant buy shit from last year She can heal the pain when I hit like Advil I drop to explain and I charge for adlibs I hop on the plane, show the whole world my drip Talkin bout her brain when I said she give lip I got in my bag, this a whole lot of chips Speedin in the whip, I got way too many whips Fans across the world, I get paid to take a trip You dont trust these suckers, if you play, you gon get flipped You bout your issue? Is you gon shine every night? Phone off, grind it up and get it right Dont do no snitchin, dont do no trickin, dont do no lackin Dont do no cappin, its all night, lets get it crackin Im talkin breakin down a brick, yeah, to hit a lick, yeah In love with the bitch, but she still a trick, yeah That ass sittin right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah I could fuck it right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh Whats up? Yeah 104 did that, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah All night You gon get up tomorrow, do it again Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Baby, hit that backend Birk Then pour a four of purple You got his and hers Toolie in that Birkin Close the window curtains Right up in your skirt Take off, hit the curve Toolie in that Birkin When I pop out, its a blicky Roll up, we roll up a sticky All the bitties, they be shifty I pay for my shit, it aint shit free Take some time I know how I get when I make that mine Shawty, Im great and thats fine Roll that dice, no covers, sex on ice Aint no lock and key, just beep, beep, beep, up in my jeep Baby, take off the belt of the seat Touch-free, I bought somе more Shawty have fun with funds Tongue out on camеra, stretchin out that Saint Laurent She brought two friends, twin twins Cross em, we gon kill em Fucked her out that back-end Baby, hit that backend Birk Then pour a four of purple You got his and hers Toolie in that Birkin Close the window curtains Right up in your skirt Take off, hit the curve Toolie in that Birkin When I pop out, its a blicky Roll up, we roll up a sticky All the bitties, they be shifty I pay for my shit, it aint shit free Take some time I know how I get when I make that mine Shawty, Im great and thats fine Toolie in that Birkin You and me, I got you, thats for certain We split a G6, it feel like surfin Talkin to the biggest, I try to wash out my sins She was massaging me , catered to a G I dont got to tell her about her body, she already got a physique Left the Porsche, yeah, we landed in Greece I took her heart off her sleeve Know how you keep it a hundred and thats really all that I need Im a big dog and she on my turf I just hope you know your worth Baby, hit that backend Birk Baby, hit that backend Birk Then pour a four of purple You got his and hers Toolie in that Birkin Close the window curtains Right up in your skirt Take off, hit the curve Toolie in that Birkin When I pop out its a blicky Roll up, we roll up a sticky All the bitties, they be shifty I pay for my shit, it aint shit free Take some time I know how I get when I make that mine Shawty, Im great and thats fine Hit that backend Birk You got his and hers

I wont let you ruin this Ill keep pursuing Keep that money pursuing I dig what you doing Bitch you be choosing I stay rocking Louis I might shoot a movie I dig what you doing Pull up and park the car My wrist look like aqua I get higher than an astronaut I look like a pop star Cant fuck with the cops now I cant be a opp now You can pop like a Pop-Tart Thank God I done got far These bitches keep saying my name I done got popular They do anything for the fame She wan fuck a rock star Suck until she get lockjaw On my plate I got lobster Got more drugs than a doctor Fuck the way they cant stop us When it come to that cash, Im a fiend This that new Alexander McQueen Got a white thats as wide as a screen No more racks in these YSL jeans Pour that Act and I lean I do this shit for my team I told you that we would achieve That they think we living a dream Cop me a Rari and cop a Range I fucked the bitch and forgot her name Aint a OG but I got some stain My young niggall blow out ya fucking brain I got me a watch, had to cop a chain I cant lie man, I still got a lot of pain My nigga got caught tryna rob a bank Swear I miss ya, I put that on everything Ima walk in that club, Ima make it rain Ima change the climate, make it thunderstorm Ima go put some more water on my arm Got them diamonds that shine like the Armor All Get on my knees and I gotta pray to the Lord Had to choose if I want to be rich or poor And I lift the doors up on Aventador I had some but a young nigga wanted more Pull up and park the car My wrist look like aqua I get higher than an astronaut I look like a pop star Cant fuck with the cops now I cant be a opp now You can pop like a Pop-Tart Thank God I done got far These bitches keep saying my name I done got popular They do anything for the fame She wan fuck a rock star Suck until she get lockjaw On my plate I got lobster Got more drugs than a doctor Fuck the way they cant stop us I wont let you ruin this Ill keep pursuing Keep that money pursuing I dig what you doing Bitch you be choosing I stay rocking Louis I might shoot a movie I dig what you doing Hop in the Vette I feel like the best I had to finesse And got me a check I want a Patek I gotta go flex Put some ice round my neck 60 Porto Piguets Say I look like success I look like success Look how I dress Look how I dress My loc brought the gas We blowing gas We jump in that coupe And I drive it fast Pull up and park the car My wrist look like aqua I get higher than an astronaut I look like a pop star Cant fuck with the cops now I cant be a opp now You can pop like a Pop-Tart Thank God I done got far These bitches keep saying my name I done got popular They do anything for the fame She wan fuck a rock star Suck until she get lockjaw On my plate I got lobster Got more drugs than a doctor Fuck the way they cant stop us

Lyrics from Snippets Only time I sleep is on a plane Uh Only time I sleep is on a plane Paranoia, all this money on my brain Guess its more , Im a young boss so Im rockin a plain Foreign cars, two door coupe, they takin the Range, yeah Check the stats, Im on the charts , need to stop takin shit to the heart You can win a bitch-nigga award Im a real nigga and they already know it Ima speak to they bitch like a poet Aint no cappin, I was trappin off the porch Still reppin, I pull up in that Porsche for my voice Had to get that nigga, no choice I hit that bitch, she... ... ...got him caught up in a jail Now Im on, livin strong, I be enjoyin myself Im coppin clones, they be stones, these hoes they gon step Touchdown on roll, bless their souls, Ima smoke one this year I miss you so, thats not for show, know your life is what I felt This that new body, why you scared? This that YSL t-shirt Every time you call on me, yeah, yeah, you call on me, yeah Get in that car, niggas wanna go, my cup muddy, baby Ima pay homage to whats real Stack my money taller than... Only time I sleep is on a plane Paranoia, all this money on my brain Guess its more , Im a young boss so Im rockin a plain Foreign cars, two door coupe, they takin the Range Only time I sleep is on a plane Paranoia, all this money on my brain Guess its more , Im a young boss so Im rockin a plain Foreign cars, two door coupe, they takin the Range Uh, two-door coupe, drop the roof This a Transformer too Im in my bag, aint nothin new Been in my bag since high school Choppa talk, Dr. Seuss Catch a nigga, grab the noose Your bitch look so edible Ima take her for dinner Hop in that bitch like Im incredible I fuck that bitch like a winner Feel like Mike Tyson, Im impeccable Uh, I dont love her, nah I only love my Beretta, ho I still get her wetter though Bill Cosby, molly on me Damn it, Gucci my sweater, ho Only time I sleep is on a plane Paranoia, all this money on my brain Guess its more , Im a young boss so Im rockin a plain Foreign cars, two door coupe, they takin the Range Only time I sleep is on a plane Paranoia, all this money on my brain Guess its more , Im a young boss so Im rockin a plain Foreign cars, two door coupe, they takin the Range

I dont see a component, dont approach me, I aint the one This world is full of commotion, how Im supposed to keep a gun? Wrist on frozen, ocean, niggas tryna block my sun This aint Hocus Pocus, we aint fallin for your stunts I hope you keep it loaded cause these jackers on the hunt I watch all my surroundings, you gon think Im on the run Uh, soon as I catch a break, Im takin a vacay in Milan Bon Jovi, spend racks as long as I feel like Farrakhan Shopping, please, my stick on me, dont play, I aint the one Watch them niggas who play cause this AK aint for fun You know I got expensive taste I only want wockhardt and 8 pointers Know I got drip for days and I get paid to put it on She know I fuck her face and break her back like I do porn My IG hurt they heart and now they wish my life a harm I wish these niggas was smart, instead of goin against it, they could join I know we can sell out The Forum I got ten toes down on Bought my momma and daddy and brother new vehicles, trust me, I know its important The Young Thugger got me and it feel like a miracle, we really came from nothin I really got paid, dont care bout the shade, nobody blockin the sun You can cop it whenever we done We aint goin out sad on you bums I dont see a component, dont approach me, I aint the one This world is full of commotion, how Im supposed to keep a gun? Wrist on frozen, ocean, niggas tryna block my sun This aint Hocus Pocus, we aint fallin for your stunts Yeah, I came from dealing with extendo, come meet up at the park Yeah, Im rockin Cartier frames lookin like a star Yeah, these Maison Margielas, I drip em right, I do my boss Yeah, I show these boys how to put it on, this shit aint hard Ima go rockstar on em Fuck her one time, leave alone Play big bank take lil bank, how many hunnids is you countin? Throwin back a Percocet pill, Ill be high til the morning Rockin expensive drip, fuckin on lil bitty booties Forgis on a Range, got that motherfucker Rose gold rings on her head like Im in the projects All this shit yall poppin now, yall late, we already did it And this shit that you hand out, I been Im on a whole nother wave Maison Margielas, not rockin no Js How you a shooter but he got away? We in a Lamb, we in a Wraith We on a hunnid, we not in a race We in a Benz, we in a safe We leavin shells, they put on tape Aint good for your momma, you a disgrace Thats on slime I dont see a component, dont approach me, I aint the one This world is full of commotion, how Im supposed to keep a gun? Wrist on frozen, ocean, niggas tryna block my sun This aint Hocus Pocus, we aint fallin for your stunts I can go for an hour, baby, tell me when to cum This one here for shawty with the tiny baby bun Third world cookie, I smoke easter pink my blunt I dont need no groupie, baby, I know Im the one I dont give up fetty, call the Fetty, bring my chimney Betty Crocker , ratchet bitch gettin down and dirty Take your little chains off your neck like High heel Stilettos on my baby and my cousins I went Jordan, 23s on the Ps Put the codeine in the blunt, smokin lean I dont want no task forces, Ralo and me I dont want your pussy, hoes callin on me Im just tryna dodge the cops I couldnt dodge the block I put some blood on his top I call the code on the wop I put a car inside the living room just like a couch I put the bitch inside of a penthouse suite, she dont wanna go out I dont see a component, dont approach me, I aint the one This world is full of commotion, how Im supposed to keep a gun? Wrist on frozen, ocean, niggas tryna block my sun This aint Hocus Pocus, we aint fallin for your stunts

Jumped off the porch Plush two-door Porsche Got vibes in New York Got stars in the Royce My style is Dior Got wild freaky whores Keep codeine to pour The wave with no shore Jumped off the porch Plush two-door Porsche Got vibes in New York Got stars in the Royce My style is Dior Got wild freaky whores Keep codeine to pour The wave with no shore Every move I make, I glist Ice my neck and wrist D&G down to the kicks Made your ho send me a flick On a light day, Im throwin a nick She wan show me her ass and tits I used to sell bags of grits Hit me back on the first to the fifth Fuckin a bag up at Fifths I run through a ten again I roll in the Maybach Benz Or the coupe, it just really depends You can see this Tom Ford on my lens Im pourin a four of this red Ima fuck her to sleep on this X Ill fill a fuck nigga with lead Jumped off the porch Plush two-door Porsche Got vibes in New York Got stars in the Royce My style is Dior Got wild freaky whores Keep codeine to pour The wave with no shore Jumped off the porch Plush two-door Porsche Got vibes in New York Got stars in the Royce My style is Dior Got wild freaky whores Keep codeine to pour The wave with no shore All my style Louis V Think she smokin for free, bitch, these pounds wasnt cheap Contract killers lay you down for a fee Glock go, Baow, rest in peace He get found in the streets They get wild with that heat Uh, X7, sports truck, i8, doors up Dirty Sprite, pourin up Only drop a four and up They aint steppin more than us Slid through they block and tore it up My lil sniper like KD, gon pass somethin, he scorin clutch All night off X pills in traffic, they goin nuts Servin out the backdoor cause the trap windows boarded up Dont think its sweet cause I rap, though, got a gun store on the tour bus Like an encore, we gon clap more, a lil ten shot wont do enough Jumped off the porch Plush two-door Porsche Got vibes in New York Got stars in the Royce My style is Dior Got wild freaky whores Keep codeine to pour The wave with no shore Jumped off the porch Plush two-door Porsche Got vibes in New York Got stars in the Royce My style is Dior Got wild freaky whores Keep codeine to pour The wave with no shore

Gunna take a picture, its a Kodak This is not an AP, its a Rolex Ima drive the foreign like I stole that Ima keep that semi, Ill load that If you want a Bentley gotta own it I just made a hit and I aint know it If you get wit me you cant lose it You just gotta stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused And just tryna get my money right Tryna thumb a hunnid every night Gotta make sure that my momma right Niggas hatin on the kid man Got the Molly, thats the same color scented They come a dime nigga, even if I take a sack Niggas geekin and that shitll get you toe-tagged Gather round-round, seven bands Now I pull up outside and I park the Jag I can see you through the glass nigga digi-dash Got a pretty bitch who fucking got a Fendi bag Im a mother boss too Hand to get a couple thou fore I walked through I can call a couple killers and they gon shoot I just wanna cut the ceilin nigga, no roof If I want it, Ima have it These niggas aint the only ones who savage The money get you put inside a casket They say he get a mil and make it massive I love my homies with a passion I be drippin for a livin, lotta fashion Gotta some bitches and they lovin like a We gon pop it on the camera nigga, action Gunna take a picture, its a Kodak This is not an AP, its a Rolex Ima drive the foreign like I stole that Ima keep that semi, Ill load that If you want a Bentley gotta own it I just made a hit and I aint know it If you get wit me you cant lose it You just gotta stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Uh, uh Its your choice You gotta stay focused, you cannot get lost dawg Im in the courts You callin, Im drivin Its all blue and it came wit a horse Hol up, wait You should hear the exhaust Now you thinkin what it cost Now you thinkin like a boss See momma got bills and its work that Im havin I gotta get off You talk like you gangsta You run up on Nechie and Ima get off And thats a Glizzy, yeah the .23 I was shootin shit like 23 You must of forgot you was lost No cushion, I was startin to cross up You shouldve think fore you talked up Open your eyes, need to watch more Cause youngin, he caught out the nawf dawg Bring the water, water, all this water, water Cause Im hotter than a Screamin your mother, rather your daughter Puttin dick up in her mouth dawg Gunna take a picture, its a Kodak This is not an AP, its a Rolex Ima drive the foreign like I stole that Ima keep that semi, Ill load that If you want a Bentley gotta own it I just made a hit and I aint know it If you get wit me you cant lose it You just gotta stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused Im just tryna stay focused

Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Bitch I call the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson Police by my spot and I was still trapping Yeah, hop in the Benz I put a F on the rim Checkerboard all at my crib Louis V, Louis V, Damier That Franck Muller look like Cartier Walk inside the mall and get me something to wear Bitch I came from the sub I could never care I was fucked up and broke, you was never there What the fuck is a friend They aint got a hand they could lend Last time I fell to the pen I had to commit a sin I dropped the ball and now I got it back I went to jail and I aint goin back I kept it solid, niggas knowing that Ima go to the trap, run me up a sack Ima go to the trap, run me up a sack Ima go the house, try to stack a bank Ima pull on the block, roll me up some dank Ima go to the yo, pour me up a pint Ima shit on these niggas and let em hate Now this bitch wanna call, Ima let her wait Niggas want me to fall, hold your breath and wait Bitch Im never on time cause Im always late Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Bitch I call the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson Police by my spot and I was still trapping Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Bitch I call the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson Police by my spot and I was still trapping Balling like Jordan The bitch got me feeling like Tony If you got a lick put me on it I wanna see my opponent The real ones, they running with Gunna They know Ima keep it one hunnid We trap and we eat at Katana That shit that you did, we done done it Yeah yeah, if you want a bag nigga run it My bro sell them shits on the corner My plug really rich, she a grower I serve all my plates with a blower I think I might open a store Remember I used to be poor I cant stop it, I keep getting more I cant stop it, I keep getting more I see hoes when I walk through the door Get them racks, put the safe in a floor I done came a long way selling dope Its their dreams and they try to sell hope I sold lean and I tried to sell coke Im 6-0 bitch I run with the locs Louis V checkerboard on my coat Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Bitch I call the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson Police by my spot and I was still trapping Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Bitch I call the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson Police by my spot and I was still trapping

Yeah Woo When you want somethin in life You cant sit and wait for it to come to you You gotta go get it And when I wake up in the mornin My first thought is thank God, I gotta get up and go get it Ima pull up in a foreign, Im bout to go all in I ball on the road, man like Dennis New Era, new fitted Scheme with my soldiers like Im a lieutenant They do what I tell em I tell em to get it and get it and get it and get it in This grind is so hard to me, I never slept til theres sun in their faces And now Been thankin my God, because tellin my story is takin me places I couldnt buy it all before Now I got no problems when Im walkin in the store And fuck all their opinions, I remember I was poor Why they all surprised now that Im kickin in the door? They was fully mistaken They said that I flopped and now Ill never make it Now they dont say shit My brother told me that Im slackin He said, Get it crackin, I told him, Its patience I was down on my face, couldnt help it, I looked all around me and saw people changin Fuck all them niggas, I stood up and faced it All them bullets that I dodged, and all the bullets that I gave em They all happen for a reason, wouldnt change that All them trials and tribulations made a made man No, no man can save me And when I wake up in the mornin My first thought is thank God, I gotta get up and go get it Ima pull up in a foreign, Im bout to go all in I ball on the road, man like Dennis New Era, new fitted Scheme with my soldiers like Im a lieutenant They do what I tell em I tell em to get it and get it and get it and get it in And I had to get it in I woke up and cut out the middle man Only talk to the boss, I got vitamin B, see It run through my veins like Adrenaline, we Just got the drop Carry too much heart on me, cool down Papa said: Pikin shine like di sun, Mama said: Mein Sohn Lass diesen Pissern ne Chance, ja And bring it back home How many for you, how many are lacking bad bone? Not rooting you, tryna see you in that hole Locked up, dead broke or with a tagged toe I can count on one hand who with me If I was in great shape, they like Britney All of that fame, girls offer me Whitney I dont do sniffs, gotta focus on bizz be All of my ones Theyre so hard, so proud of what I become Yeah, yeah Doch ich mach das für uns Für my Habibti, meine Family und die Jungs TBHG bis zum Tod And when I wake up in the mornin My first thought is thank God, I gotta get up and go get it Ima pull up in a foreign, Im bout to go all in I ball on the road, man like Dennis New Era, new fitted Scheme with my soldiers like Im a lieutenant They do what I tell em I tell em to get it and get it and get it and get it in I tell them to get it and get it and get it and get it I wake up, go get it, yeah I told you Im wit it and wit it I know they aint wit it, they cap like a fitted cap I see the runs like a witness And all of them with me and thats why I keep a strap I told them, Send me my money, a song over verse, and a verse Ima send it back I let her sober, I swear, fuck my model up Purse, yeah that Birk, yeah, that mini bag Uh, I might strike a nerve, Im too deep in her stomach, I bust in the Kitty Kat Uh, we ball like a habit, like woah, kemosabe The Lambo look like a bat We ball like a habit, like woah, kemosabe The Lambo, I paint it matte They hate when you crossin, these pussies gon talk, but I never could be a rat Im not with the drama, we send him up under, they dont wanna feel that Its Young Gunna Wunna, came straight out Atlanta and Im spittin real facts I do me a peel back , dont get your shit peeled back And when I wake up in the mornin My first thought is thank God, I gotta get up and go get it Ima pull up in a foreign, Im bout to go all in I ball on the road, man like Dennis New Era, new fitted Scheme with my soldiers like Im a lieutenant They do what I tell em I tell em to get it and get it and get it and get it in And when I wake up in the mornin My first thought is thank God, I gotta get up and go get it Ima pull up in a foreign, Im bout to go all in I ball on the road, man like Dennis New Era, new fitted Scheme with my soldiers like Im a lieutenant They do what I tell em I tell em to get it and get it and get it and get it in

Huh, ayy, yeah Huh, ayy, yeah That boy Cassius Huh, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah Wake up, brush my teeth, huh , yeah Pour that Easter pink, ayy , yeah Diamonds wet like sink , yeah Diamonds wet like sink , yeah Wake up, brush my teeth, huh , yeah Pour that Easter pink, ayy , yeah Diamonds wet like sink, ayy , yeah Yeah, diamonds wet like sink , ayy We done came a long way from nothin, ayy I was down bad last year, I was strugglin, ayy Got it out the mud, yeah, a young nigga hustlin, ayy Got it out the mud, bitch, I had to use my muscle, yeah, ayy My diamonds wet, yeah, they on puddle, ooh, yeah, ayy All of them together, they on huddle, ooh, yeah, huh My diamonds hittin like a cluster, ooh, yeah, ayy Fuck on that lil bitch, you know Ill bust it, ooh, yeah Bust it , bust it, ayy They didnt even try me, I rush it Pull up and hop out and, uh, yeah Pull up and hop out and bust em, ayy Nigga we dont do no touchin, yeah We just gon crush , we just gon crush Blowin shit up like eruption, ayy Wake up, brush my teeth, huh , yeah Pour that Easter pink, ayy , yeah Diamonds wet like sink , yeah Diamonds wet like sink , yeah Wake up, brush my teeth, huh , yeah Pour that Easter pink, ayy , yeah Diamonds wet like sink, ayy , yeah Yeah, diamonds wet like sink , ayy Yeah yeah, my cup Easter pink Yeah yeah yeah yeah Diamonds, they wetter than the sink Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Iced out Cuban links Skittles and the Russian Creme Actavis in my IV Rollie my watch Nigga got Dodge speed Thats a Hellcat Two hundred on the dash Throwin ones on her ass Blue hundreds, thats all I need Got a safe where I keep my keys Big house, I dont never wanna leave I dont relax Sippin this Act Act on my back Act is my snack We aint servin no lacks In the back of the Maybach Im the owner, I paid cash Grab a soda I can pour up in Wake up, brush my teeth, huh , yeah Pour that Easter pink, ayy , yeah Diamonds wet like sink , yeah Diamonds wet like sink , yeah Wake up, brush my teeth, huh , yeah Pour that Easter pink, ayy , yeah Diamonds wet like sink, ayy , yeah Yeah, diamonds wet like sink , ayy

Yeah Black Migo Gang, man YSL TJ in this bitch with me, you dig? ATL Jacob Count up I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds Them old ones in the safe I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds Them old ones in the safe I got them blue hundreds But I aint crippin Five thousand dollar outfit, bitch, Im drippin Trap nigga, I put a bed in my kitchen I keep them sticks around me, I aint slippin I got stoves in the room but I got beds in the kitchen Im charging twenty thousand flat for a remixed chicken Just like Infamous and Future, all my fingers be itchin For that motherfuckin money, Im a Zone 6 nigga Im a Zone 6 hitter, Im a Zone 6 trap star Whip the Aston like Nascar, Im a Zone 6 rap star Bust them pack, bust them pack, wrap it in saran wrap Pip, thats my right hand, we bust down the same sack Wrap that money in saran wrap, fuck them rubber bands Nigga, I done been in more trouble than Trouble Man All that jugg and finesse, didnt work, discovered them Black Amigo, Young Scooter, the streets in love with him I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds Them old ones in the safe I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds Them old ones in the safe I got them blue hundreds But I aint crippin Five thousand dollar outfit, bitch, Im drippin Trap nigga, I put a bed in my kitchen I keep them sticks around me, I aint slippin Ayy, dripset, dripset, leave a fuck nigga wet Broke ass nigga penny pinchin, he aint gettin no check Check, check, check, count it up until my fingers hurt Get this shit straight out the dirt, she hide the Glock in her purse Nigga, whats your net worth? Nigga, whats your net worth? All that ice around my neck, a broke bitch better flirt Have my young nigga eat your face for nothin, put that on a bird Put a bed in the trap, wake up, we gon get to work I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds Them old ones in the safe I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds Them old ones in the safe I got them blue hundreds But I aint crippin Five thousand dollar outfit, bitch, Im drippin Trap nigga, I put a bed in my kitchen I keep them sticks around me, I aint slippin Spent seventy-five hundred for a coat, Im expensive Im a dripping GOAT , all my clothes super trendy Eliantte gold , I got twenty point lieutenants I cut off my hoes , too much dough, I need distance I got old hundreds , I got new hundreds I got blue hundreds , choppers and thirty pointers Young Scooter got murder money I fuck her and keep her cumming Went to LA and spent a hundred I just got to thank God this Sunday Nigga, Im booked in Spain Get money like putang Want cream like Wu-Tang I made her my boo thang Chanel my shoe strings All-white like cocaine Got an Audemar plain jane Get money my last name I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds Them old ones in the safe I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds I got them new hundreds Them old ones in the safe I got them blue hundreds But I aint crippin Five thousand dollar outfit, bitch, Im drippin Trap nigga, I put a bed in my kitchen I keep them sticks around me, I aint slippin

Ugh, yeah YSL gang gang, you know what Im sayin Ayy Gunna Im out here in Cali nigga, Im feeling like you Yeah, I got vibes in LA Dimes in the bank I keep rising the hate Put blue stars in the Wraith Two new cars, aint no space Do some wood, pop some Ace Get to running, we can race Used to starve til I ate Yellow diamonds, I got clean piss Perfect timing, a ice cream wrist Risk your life for, with a mean miss This bitch from England, dont know no English I dont pay no mind to no sneak diss Told the label I cant sign for no cheap trick My block play with them pounds, shit like recess Lot of chopper guns and F&Ns and Kel-tecs Im sitting way back, in the back of that Maybach Gold Rollie I paid cash, two tone for my main man YSL we made it Hit the gas, no brakes Ima speed up the Wraith Young Gunna gettin paid Big house with a gate Better save your money I hope you dont have to find out the hard way Take a loss and get it crackin in broad day We just been gettin rich relaxing, parlayin I put a bad bitch on Broadway Tryna cop a mansion like Bill Gates Count so many of them blue hundreds they feel fake Cut that dope up just like Benihanas with no wait Yeah, I got vibes in LA Dimes in the bank I keep rising the hate Put blue stars in the Wraith Two new cars, aint no space Do some wood, pop some Ace Get to running, we can race Used to starve til I ate I go fed, you go state Goin to trial bout my case I got bitches in the bay Diamonds hit so hard they look fake Hell naw, my shit came straight from icebox Im in Cali in the hills, with some hitters in a tanktop Blindfold, I just counted a hundred grand with my eyes closed Coming for a nigga like me, fuck round get exposed This draco hold a hundred, they gon aim it at your nose, nose Keep that worrisome bitch out my place Tom Anderson, give me my space Promoter hit the line and he said he got a play Told his ass 40K, lock it in Im on my way, hey Yeah, I got vibes in LA Dimes in the bank I keep rising the hate Put blue stars in the Wraith Two new cars, aint no space Do some wood, pop some Ace Get to running, we can race Used to starve til I ate Yeah, I got vibes in LA Dimes in the bank I keep rising the hate Put blue stars in the Wraith Two new cars, aint no space Do some wood, pop some Ace Get to running, we can race Used to starve til I ate

Haha, damn, Flaw, this what Ive been prayin for I got Chanel problems, keep my nails polished And that pussy no mileage, stylin, do not need a stylist I got some Fendi problems, she got some Benji problems Yeah, Im flyer than a pilot, she got nothin in her wallet Jimmy Choo, I got designer on my shoe, shoe, shoe Only bad bitches hangin out the roof, roof, roof Jimmy Choo, I got designer on my shoe, shoe, shoe Only bad bitches hangin out the roof, roof, roof Drive the Range, you bitches be walkin Thats your nigga? He steady be stalkin Your relationship dead as a coffin He flip on that bitch like a dolphin Me and Slime off a bean, Boston They say, Rika, how you feel? Awesome This pussy got powers, Austin Your pussy for sale, auction Lil bitch, we aint in the same league Back to back Rovers with Keed Got chains on my neck, but Im free My circle be smaller than bees Out in Vegas, Im rollin the dice I be takin a gamble with life This pussy be warmer than spice But my body is colder than ice Ima pop my shit, you bitches cant stop this Fill my Birkin up with racks just to shop with Gutter bitch, you could get hit with this chopstick Either you Slime or you aint, aint no option I got Chanel problems, keep my nails polished And that pussy no mileage, stylin, do not need a stylist I got some Fendi problems, she got some Benji problems Yeah, Im flyer than a pilot, she got nothin in her wallet Jimmy Choo, I got designer on my shoe, shoe, shoe Only bad bitches hangin out the roof, roof, roof Jimmy Choo, I got designer on my shoe, shoe, shoe Only bad bitches hangin out the roof, roof, roof I got the Chanel hoes , she got the Chanel toes I pull up on Melrose , got bread like Panera Her Birkin a velcro, we had a mess in Rodeo She spendin a bankroll, I put my bitch on a payroll We runnin Céline and we in it in Jimmy Choo, Choo, Choo Slime green Lamborghini, top off, no roof, ooh Ten thousand on jeans, nother fifteen thousand on shoes Im clean top-to-bottom when I walk in the room I got Chanel problems, keep my nails polished And that pussy no mileage, stylin, do not need a stylist I got some Fendi problems, she got some Benji problems Yeah, Im flyer than a pilot, she got nothin in her wallet Jimmy Choo, I got designer on my shoe, shoe, shoe Only bad bitches hangin out the roof, roof, roof Jimmy Choo, I got designer on my shoe, shoe, shoe Only bad bitches hangin out the roof, roof, roof I had came from nothin, take a look at me now I walked in this bitch and I was Jimmy Chood out Most these rappers cappin, I might need a few gowns We became the hottest, we the talk of the town Yeah, Chanel problems, I guess I got em so now I cant solve em Yeah, I wasnt trippin about it, bitch, I just be fresh as a coffin Yeah, green diamonds, teal diamonds, Miami Dolphins Playin, theyll fuck round and fire, the nigga in a creek like Dawson I got Chanel problems, keep my nails polished And that pussy no mileage, stylin, do not need a stylist I got some Fendi problems, she got some Benji problems Yeah, Im flyer than a pilot, she got nothin in her wallet Jimmy Choo, I got designer on my shoe, shoe, shoe Only bad bitches hangin out the roof, roof, roof Jimmy Choo, I got designer on my shoe, shoe, shoe Only bad bitches hangin out the roof, roof, roof

Chophouze on the track Your love, love Your love, love Love, ohh Ima learn my side effects cause you my project Gotta keep a bald haircut, I swear like my project Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah Shes ridin exotic cars, cause shes my baby I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceiling and leave off Earth, yeah Read my text when I see you like you supposed I hate when you dont text me back, stop being a Barbie, wooh Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls Backyard got a park, we aint gotta leave home When it comes down to you, Ill never say no Like Im supposed to, right? Right? Right? Make sure I tuck you in tight cause you dont like bugs at night, right? Fur on your trench coat, you aint even know I had to roll the dice for that I put the straight-jacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah Your love, love Your love, love Love, ohh Make love to me, come lust with me, yeah Come rub on me, make love to me Make love to me, make love to me Make love, oh, love me Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair Bought Chanel shoes cause I wanna see them Cs when you step Got you new condominium keys, dont you go nowhere And its just us, dripped out love Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagond it up Flossin in Belize, you a diamond in the rough Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug The pain I get from you, I dont wanna go numb Doin overtime and develop us a bond Straight-jacket on cause for you I go dumb Your love, love Your love, love Love, ohh Your love, love Your love, love Love, ohh Make love to me, come lust with me, yeah Come rub on me, make love to me Make love to me, make love to me Make love, oh, love me Make love to me, come lust with me, yeah Come rub on me, make love to me Make love to me, make love to me Make love, oh, love me

They say he likes a good time He comes alive at midnight My mama doesnt trust him Hes only here for one thing, but Yeah, a little bit older, a black leather jacket A bad reputation, insatiable habits He was onto me, one look and I couldnt breathe, yeah I said, if he kissed me, I might let it happen I swear on my life that Ive been a good girl Tonight, I dont wanna be her They say he likes a good time He comes alive at midnight My mama doesnt trust him Hes only here for one thing, but Look, Im the type to make her turn on her daddy DaBaby make her forget what she learned from her daddy I dont be tripping on lil shawty, I let her do whatever she please I dont be kissing on lil shawty, she dont be kissing on me either She came with you, then left with me I went up a point, lets call it even Dont like the car she in, gon end up buyin her a new Bimmer That girl know what she want, she make me take it off when she see me She say I make her wet whenever my face pop up on TV I had to say, No disrespect, gotta do it safe or you can keep it Pop star, Im fresh up out the trap and Im going Bieber She know Im a call away, she can drop a pin and Id come meet her Stand next to me, you gon end up catchin a fever Im hot I swear on my life that Ive been a good girl Tonight, I dont wanna be her They say he likes a good time He comes alive at midnight My mama doesnt trust him Hes only here for one thing, but I dont wanna make assumptions But I can tell youre up to something She wanna see me clean, no quarantine Im only here for one thing Prolly should have gave her a warning We party hard to the next morning We livin in the Hills, see the sunbeam I found out what it is, she in love with me We need us sunscreen, eyes on me We still on our feet, cant touch this Aint no slowin down, we above speed And you know a good girl gotta love me They say he likes a good time He comes alive at midnight My mama doesnt trust him Hes only here for one thing, but

Bangin her back like a back board Keep me some racks in the dashboard New window tint, left it fishbowl Went straight to the pent with a thick ho She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe Wrap that dick round her neck like a herringbone Went and spent a lil duffle on Melrose Spittin game like a player from Perry Home I never trust her with my backbone And she callin me Daddy when Im home Yеs, I graduated from the streets Yeah, I had to go and put my cap on Yеs, I crank up a foreign Only thing that you hear is exhaust when it come on Yeah, I just landed in her city Tell that lil ho Im ready, just come on, on She ride on that dick like a trolley, trolley Im lickin her up, she a hottie, hottie Cute face and no waist, this a lotta body I knew I would fuck, Im a whole psychic Aint say shit, she say, Wunna, you got it, got it Mad that Im on, you dont gotta like it Got my Chrome Heart jeans on with a pocket rocket Told her come on, bae, we goin shoppin Dropped me an album, aint do no floppin Livin this life, it feel like Monopoly I buy that shit and its private property Original, I dont wanna copy Oh, she gotta love leave it sloppy-sloppy Suck it when we fly to Abu Dhabi We aint got no limit, we bout it, bout it Bangin her back like a back board Keep me some racks in the dashboard New window tint, left it fishbowl Went straight to the pent with a thick ho She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe Wrap that dick round her neck like a herringbone Went and spent a lil duffle on Melrose Spittin game like a player from Perry Home I never trust her with my backbone And she callin me Daddy when Im home Yes, I graduated from the streets Yeah, I had to go and put my cap on Yes, I crank up a foreign Only thing that you hear is exhaust when it come on Yeah, I just landed in her city Tell that lil ho Im ready, just come on, on Just know these hundreds and these hoes on me Ill treat you some girl, keep it lowkey Nigga, ever think bout playin with Lil Keed? All the slimes know is R.I.P Went and got all white and a stain on me Yeah, Im havin ties, yeah, M-O-B Twin hoes on me so I’m at the DoubleTree Bitch sent a drop, told the ho, I might be Ridin with a Glock, yeah, it got long reach Yeah, it sit in the crack of the seat Yeah, I put bands on your ho, but your man ever play Just know I get him fried like grease Yeah, I want Chanel, nigga, from the head to the toe But Gunna want Dior feet, and they twenty Gs Trollin you hoes, I dont give a fuck You not the on a leash, Im chasin a dream Oh, woah, woah, woah Put YSL mats on my floors Yeah, her head good, yeah, Im curlin my toes Gettin real money and I want some more These niggas junkies so I ride with a pole Plottin on takin, so I gotta drop it low Ill waste money whackin then catch a show I aint wastin money on me, Im going to the bowl Bangin her back like a back board Keep me some racks in the dashboard New window tint, left it fishbowl Went straight to the pent with a thick ho She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe Wrap that dick round her neck like a herringbone Went and spent a lil duffle on Melrose Spittin game like a player from Perry Home I never trust her with my backbone And she callin me Daddy when Im home Yes, I graduated from the streets Yeah, I had to go and put my cap on Yes, I crank up a foreign Only thing that you hear is exhaust when it come on Yeah, I just landed in her city Tell that lil ho Im ready, just come on, on

Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her lone, Im a player Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah Hundred thousand in my closet Designer all different pairs, yeah I walk in the bitch and Im smoking that cookie You know I put it in the air, yeah Put ice in my watch and my bracelet Both from Cartier, yeah These bitches, they know Im a player, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Young nigga cant even lie, I turned to a Slime Everyday a nigga wake up, I got racks on my mind Its loyalty I praise, stay true to my ties Thugger told me all these aliante and now its my time I put on a Rollie, too much ice I cant even see the time Im on the lean, the Percs, and the Xans I think Im losing my mind Stayed down on the grind, used to sell dimes Now my diamonds, yeah, they shine Got the mansion looking like a pop-up We got these bitches in line Double R wide body double park it Damn, that shit cost me a fine Copped me a coupe, but went and blow the brains out Damn, this shit charge me a dime My Audemar perfect time I fuck on her and she fine Young Gunna, he one of a kind I shine in a room with no lights I fucked that little bitch on the cam Told her do it for the Vine Fuck that little bitch in the mouth I fuck that little bitch in the spine Fuck that little bitch and get back on the grind What are the chances coming up from a dime I hang with the killers and robbers, my nigga Neighborhood and the slimes Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her lone, Im a player Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah Hundred thousand in my closet Designer all different pairs, yeah I walk in the bitch and Im smoking that cookie You know I put it in the air, yeah Put ice in my watch and my bracelet Both from Cartier, yeah These bitches, they know Im a player, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Rocking Louis, Damier, yeah I fucked your bitch and I send her my mail, yeah I drink the lean, no beer, yeah Whipping a buffet, Im having bezels, yeah Free my cousin outta Telfare These niggas get locked up and tell, yeah I know when that shit can get real You didnt have the cash for your bail, damn Same spot that Im living Trap rock, yeah, I sell that Your bitch, shes still on welfare Im the fresh prince of Bel-Air, yeah Water on me like I sail, yeah Im bout to cop some veneers, yeah I dropped this all on the scale, damn Sip me some sip, pop a little pill Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her lone, Im a player Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah Hundred thousand in my closet Designer all different pairs, yeah I walk in the bitch and Im smoking that cookie You know I put it in the air, yeahPut ice in my watch and my bracelet Both from Cartier, yeah These bitches, they know Im a player, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Aye man this real G shit, Pimp shit Big B shit, c shit too I got some big ole giant C’s with me Aint no way they Stevie Wonder, they big ole giant Cs I have to say , cuz this understood I do this shit here for the hood Went to the top at this shit from the foot Tell momma that we gonna be good I do this shit here for the bros We do not do it for hoes Straight out the hood and my niggas they rollin Keep a strap and my niggas stay totin These little niggas they rougeish Pull up in Phantoms no Lotus Like a broke car I stay smokin Cali Kush what I be chokin Stayed down and I turned important Cop aint sitting on Forgies Young nigga Im aiming up at the Forbes list Stood on the block I just broke on the tour list YSL Shit this shit here is notorious You only get one life to live it, I risk it all for the riches You pop it off with the bitches, I wanna run the whole city I hit the block chasing millions I gonna stop my nigga But the crime stoppers tried stop a nigga We at the house my nigga screamin fuck the cops The police shot my nigga I made a lot my nigga Lost a lot my nigga you wouldnt believe it You cant trust everybody, caught a body, I done seen it I look through these glasses and read it Cant trust these niggas theyll deceive you Theyll bite on and they feeder Some shit they do you wont believe it Thats why I do it for the fam Put that shit right on the scale Bag that shit up make a sale If you get caught in a cell, tell her you may keep it real I hope he dont fold like a wallet Hope he pray up and stay solid We aint gonna sit out and ? I have to say , cuz this understood I do this shit here for the hood Went to the top at this shit from the foot Tell momma that we gonna be good I do this shit here for the bros We do not do it for hoes Straight out the hood and my niggas they rollin Keep a strap and my niggas stay totin These little niggas they rougeish Pull up in Phantoms no Lotus Like a broke car I stay smokin Cali Kush what I be chokin Stayed down and I turned important Cop aint sitting on Forgies Young nigga Im aiming up at the Forbes list Stood on the block I just broke on the tour list YSL Shit this shit here is notorious Came from the block I was selling them rocks Money going up just like some shocks No lames in my picture bitch you gettin cropped I dont wanna fuck bitch I just want some top Please dont come round here if you aint talking guap Ima keep goin and goin and goin Im never gon stop We can’t stop better call the cops Man down nigga just got shot Feds just ran up in the spot, niggas be snitchin and you gotta watch it Bitches be leaching so you gotta thot em These niggas be hating these niggas be plotting Aim at your brain I’ll knock it right out These niggas so lame and they softer than cotton I just stay focused and I turned important Straight from the dealership sat it on forges Little more money little less worries Thugga he got me here he keep me encouraged I wanna championship ring just like Curry Straight out them trenches they know Im a warrior Told my momma she aint got no more worries I dont gotta say it but I have deserve this I have to say , cuz this understood I do this shit here for the hood Went to the top at this shit from the foot Tell momma that we gonna be good I do this shit here for the bros We do not do it for hoes Straight out the hood and my niggas they rollin Keep a strap and my niggas stay totin These little niggas they rougeish Pull up in Phantoms no Lotus Like a broke car I stay smokin Cali Kush what I be chokin Stayed down and I turned important Cop aint sitting on Forgies Young nigga Im aiming up at the Forbes list Stood on the block I just broke on the tour list YSL Shit this shit here is notorious Aye bitch don’t look down look around YSL slime bosses in town, know what Im sayin This is how its going down you bitch, you dig See motherfucker you gotta stay ready To keep from getting ready You understand what Im sayin know what im sayin You know we ready like spaghetti nigga This shit aint no game fuck Andreas nigga I heard she gon fuck yeah thats a pleasure nigga

I got something for you fuck niggas, man I got GunWunna with me all the way, man, you know what Im sayin? Big Crip They steady tryna work out, gym Neck, water, swim New York, steppin in Timbs Draco take off limbs In heaven, they whippin up yams Big truck drivin, RAM AR slide, scram Zaza, rollin grams No breakin code in no jam Kick her out the spot like Pam StickBaby got shot, he gon blow though Dont book me no show for none little Theyd lock me up, yeah, if I kill him Top Chef Gotit, I grill him Theyd give me life sentence if I drill him Im bustin her back down the middle Fugazi, but who really realer? My diamonds look just like the Steelers To lil bro and self, just go get him Shoot it up, thirty-second Triller Shoot it up, thirty-second Triller Shoot it up, thirty-second Triller Shoot it up, thirty-second Triller They steady wonder how I get it GunWunna, he Rollin 60 Cartier wrist pissy Pistol, on my piston Young OG, just listen Don Julio in my kidney Frog eyes on that Bentley ZaZa pack, that chitlings , yeah-yeah, yeah They steady tryna work out, gym Neck, water, swim New York, steppin in Timbs Draco take off limbs In heaven, they whippin up yams Big truck drivin, RAM AR slide, scram Zaza, rollin grams No breakin code in no jam Kick her out the spot like Pam StickBaby got shot, he gon blow though Dont book me no show for none little Theyd lock me up, yeah, if I kill him Top Chef Gotit, I grill him Theyd give me life sentence if I drill him Yeah , these diamonds gon hit, no flash Crew full of snakes on the grass The Maybach truck came with an ass Maybach on Maybach, Im back, I can lay back, been waitin on this day to get payback Get caught if he kill him, I take care his lil one, its real and we aint gotta say that Im in gym like a workout Put it up out, then I skrrt out Back in the trap, by the next time, jump out Keep me a burner, no burnout Told Gotit to shit on that lil bitty bitch Whole mouth like a bottle of cristal Had to get some Windex for the glass on your wrist Water, it swim like a fish They steady tryna work out, gym Neck, water, swim New York, steppin in Timbs Draco take off limbs In heaven, they whippin up yams Big truck drivin, RAM AR slide, scram Zaza, rollin grams No breakin code in no jam Kick her out the spot like Pam StickBaby got shot, he gon blow though Dont book me no show for none little Theyd lock me up, yeah, if I kill him Top Chef Gotit, I grill him Theyd give me life sentence if I drill him Theyd give me life sentence if I drill him

Run that back, Turbo Paint, chase , ice-skate Fast-paced , gas, no brakes Mansion , space Love, then hate Plug got weight Cash, two safes Safe house, safe house safe, huh Mansion with a lake, huh Been out since like 8, huh 8, AM, huh Flex, no gym Ball, no rim Safe house, safe house safe, huh Safe house, safe house safe, huh Young Gunna Bands, these 100s and 10s VVS all on my chin Hella hoes came with my Benz Helped your bitch with her rent Sent some of this water out to Flint Started fuckin yo ho with the tip We was broke but Ill never forget On my sets where I never could switch In that penthouse on top of the Ritz That lil freaky ho swallowed my kids Put my hi-tec right in the fridge This extension gon go to your wig Pay attention we really gettin rich Couple thousand just for our outfit She want me and Lil Boat in her pics Aye, aye, aye , theres a few of us keepin it real Safe, safe , safe house, in Hollywood Hills Ghost, Tesla , I cant stop takin these pills I wont ever care how you feel My family gon get a mil Paint, chase , ice-skate Fast-paced , gas, no brakes Mansion , space Love, then hate Plug got weight Cash, two safes Safe house, safe house safe, huh Mansion with a lake, huh Been out since like 8, huh 8, AM, huh Flex, no gym Ball, no rim Safe house, safe house safe, huh Safe house, safe house safe, huh Hoo-yeah, dont try to buy my place, huh Nut on her face like paste, huh Fuckin every ho, every race Grab a double cup from the QT, yeah Thick little bitch shes a cutie, yeah 100 thousand dollars for a new piece 20 thousand dollars for a new fleece Hoo, aye, Im in this bitch with the gang Minute Maid lemonade chain, canary diamonds they bling-blaow Choppa start speaking like Colin Powell, huh Im the golden child, Rolls gold Patek, blue face, wow And I got a rack for every time you run your mouth Slap you in your shit cause you really act out Oh, oh, keep a could hundred in the safe, huh 19 couldve bought a wraith, huh But I bought a Benz in the place, yeah

Yeah, yeah yeah, Maybach black, uh, look Maybach black Yeah, yeah yeah Maybach black, play that back, throw that back, Kodak that Take a pic, take that dick, take dick, Kodak that Grab the cam, bands from scams, I hit the Gram, Kodak that Get the fuck out my face, Ima hop in a Wraith when I beat a new case, Kodak that Yeah, Kodak that, Kodak, Kodak that Kodak that, Kodak, Kodak that Grab the cam, bands from scams, I hit the Gram, Kodak that Get the fuck out my face, Ima hop in a Wraith when I beat a new case, Kodak that Whoa, hold up, this aint Promethazine, homie this Act Fuck up the club, we dont know how to act I ppreciate your business but you cant come back Wanna kill me, tell em aim for the back Twenty-two hundred for a pack Pitbull move with the pack, broke nigga move to the back I can make moves with these racks, head to the mall with these racks I got a tool on the dash, dont even be doin the dash I drop a two in a bag, then put a new coupe in the back I had to humble me just to put Givenchy on my new rags I just let these haters see how I live so I dont gotta brag Shawty be callin me daddy, my girl cant know I aint a dad They ask me Euro how the hell you cop a coupe that just got some titties but dont got no ass? I got shawty on the jet, you vibe in the back Even my son got a check, joy diamonds on my S Dont even know what to do next, Im a billion dollar wreck Maybach black, play that back, throw that back, Kodak that Take a pic, take that dick, take dick, Kodak that Grab the cam, bands from scams, I hit the Gram, Kodak that Get the fuck out my face, Ima hop in a Wraith when I beat a new case, Kodak that Yeah, Kodak that, Kodak, Kodak that Kodak that, Kodak, Kodak that Grab the cam, bands from scams, I hit the Gram, Kodak that Get the fuck out my face, Ima hop in a Wraith when I beat a new case, Kodak that This money it long, Ima need me a ruler, Im makin it stretch Cop the Skydweller to make my life better, these flawless baguettes I tote a Beretta, I dont sip the yellow, I only want red I copped me a cute lil bitch out the ghetto then took her to Saks I went to bed thinkin bout money, Im chasin these racks Young Gunna, dont love me, got hundreds and hundreds in stash I copped the new Rover, its over, these fuck niggas mad I stay geekin up, I aint sober, I pop me an addy Bought a trench jacket cause my bag Pull up at the light, drop the top, Young Gunna got a bag Spend a nick or dime in the mall when my dog come home from the can VVS ice my neck, my wrist, these diamonds gon dance Maybach black, play that back, throw that back, Kodak that Take a pic, take that dick, take dick, Kodak that Grab the cam, bands from scams, I hit the Gram, Kodak that Get the fuck out my face, Ima hop in a Wraith when I beat a new case, Kodak that Yeah, Kodak that, Kodak, Kodak that Kodak that, Kodak, Kodak that Grab the cam, bands from scams, I hit the Gram, Kodak that Get the fuck out my face, Ima hop in a Wraith when I beat a new case, Kodak that

I will never ever switch I stopped and watch em take a pic I put some icing on my wrist My Forgiato blowing kisses, lips I hit the club and threw a ten She know I know Im goin in Got Tom Ford on my lens A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch Got 60 shows a nigga goin in They sent me to front with a back end World tour, Im picking up a 10 We run up that sack when they pack in You wanna send it, better mail it straight I could show you, let me demonstrate Saran wrap it like a dinner plate You got the truck and Ima check the date Get there early, not a minute late Bust it open, smoke it, meditate That lean is something I can never waste That Iley Miley got a bitter taste We been pouring syrup in a Minute Maid We far from white but we got plenty Ks We blow this shit up, we the renegade I bought a house and then went renovate it My side bitch wanna have a baby I fuck her good and give her penetration We fucking smoking, we need ventilation Im rocking ice, a nigga really skating Im rapping focused, nigga dedicated I brought the show, look like a masquerade Shut this shit down like the Central Station I will never ever switch I stopped and watch em take a pic I put some icing on my wrist My Forgiato blowing kisses, lips I hit the club and threw a ten She know I know Im goin in Got Tom Ford on my lens A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch I know, I know, I know, I know Im goin I know, I know, I know I keep em flowing I open words and now I speak influence Im a boss, I got a strong influence I went got my chance, Im a opportunist I tuck the Glock, nigga not the Ruger Got 30 shots and nigga Im the shooter I put my jewelry in a fucking cooler I whipped the Benz and then I whipped the Beamer I told her pick my clothes up at the cleaners She walk and toot it like a ballerina She bad as fuck, a nigga barely see her She shop at Houston in the Galleria I send her once inside the Beverly Hills She try take my wallet and spend a mil I keep it silent I never tell I came out that dope hole to give em hell Tell me what you want, I got it for sell When I was 11 I seen a bale Go head run that pack all the way I copped me some work when I got a scale And I found a plug in L.A I told him we sendin it in the mail I will never ever switch I stopped and watch em take a pic I put some icing on my wrist My Forgiato blowing kisses, lips I hit the club and threw a ten She know I know Im goin in Got Tom Ford on my lens A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch

Ooh Hood Baby Hood talk, uh Woo, lets get it Big gun gon take some risks Im with blue slimes and shit Fiji water, gon tap my wrist Stoner life, smokin on Hercules Get money, aint standin no bitch Meditate, let me roll my weed Ive been runnin up bands all week Then I spend this shit all on drip Now my money comin out my lips Get a bag, I aint stuntin that shit Sometimes you gotta take some risks Wipe a nigga nose quick, when Im bout my slimes Got green and red and blue slimes Get high til my brain fried Updated my wrist, a new time Im wildin on em, they know Im stylin on em, uh Im with the slime lil stoners, Lil Gotit be wildin, homie Lil Gotit get violent on em, Im high as a pilot, homie My diamonds real, they from Africa, my guns from round the corner, yeah Hotbox, Maserati, four seater, smell it when the doors swing Skybox, too far, floor seats, wrist look like ocean Turtleneck, movin like a turtle tortoise, lean like morphine Drip Season comin back, Gunna back, turn your bitch to running back These double Cs on, these gone, VLONE, lumberjack Louis Vuitton, where my money at? Versace right up under that Dolly White drip Vera Wang, iced out my chain, not my brain Alexander Wang, aint the same Diamonds Off-White like beige Big gun gon take some risks Im with blue slimes and shit Fiji water, gon tap my wrist Stoner life, smokin on Hercules Get money, aint standin no bitch Meditate, let me roll my weed Ive been runnin up bands all week Then I spend this shit all on drip Now my money comin out my lips Get a bag, I aint stuntin that shit Sometimes you gotta take some risks Wipe a nigga nose quick, when Im bout my slimes Got green and red and blue slimes Get high til my brain fried Updated my wrist, a new time All I see is the money, Im blind Overseas, I got vibes, all kind Jet-skis, I rock water all the time Lot of Gs, I afford to do the crime Say you drippin, I dont pay a nigga mind, oh Chanel same color slime Nephew 10, so I gave his ass a dime Star ceiling, tryna steal a nigga line Superstars, so we shine Fuckin you and your bitch Gunna got in my bag Keep some snakes in my grass Foreign, Dubai tag Skrrt, do the whole dash Percs, poppin two tabs Then you swallow for the cash Checks, I get cash Lot of cents, smiles in the Patek Carti specs, diamonds in the glass Clear baguettes, lookin like glass New Patek, hit him with the flash, yeah ZO-6, paper tag Hood Baby said the Bentley coupe fast Drip baby, Dolly White, Gucci mask Big gun gon take some risks Im with blue slimes and shit Fiji water, gon tap my wrist Stoner life, smokin on Hercules Get money, aint standin no bitch Meditate, let me roll my weed Ive been runnin up bands all week Then I spend this shit all on drip Now my money comin out my lips Get a bag, I aint stuntin that shit Sometimes you gotta take some risks Wipe a nigga nose quick, when Im bout my slimes Got green and red and blue slimes Get high til my brain fried Updated my wrist, a new time Ridin round in an Aston Martin Never look, cause Im up to par Never needed no approval Hundred thousand on jewelry Red bottom what Im used to For the price, I got new new Whole crew drippin crazy, fool Whole crew drippin crazy, fool D on me with the Prada And Im with Solo, we fuck off the pill And then he comin home, we gon deal with the enemies 2020, Dolly White for the president Fuck you bums, you aint gettin next to me Shit I be drippin, you wouldnt expect from me You wouldnt expect from me Not goin nowhere, unless it a check for me These hoes be talkin for free I just be stackin my cheese I do not fuck with your kind Gunna, he drip or he drown Lil Gotit went out and got it Skooly aint never forget Skooly aint never forgot em Lil Keed on the horizon Big gun gon take some risks Im with blue slimes and shit Fiji water, gon tap my wrist Stoner life, smokin on Hercules Get money, aint standin no bitch Meditate, let me roll my weed Ive been runnin up bands all week Then I spend this shit all on drip Now my money comin out my lips Get a bag, I aint stuntin that shit Sometimes you gotta take some risks Wipe a nigga nose quick, when Im bout my slimes Got green and red and blue slimes Get high til my brain fried Updated my wrist, a new time Yeah, big body Benz, yeah I got Gucci frames on, got the tint You aint never count me out, Im fuckin on her, and her friends And that Goyard pouch, know the inside creepin Yeah I met lil slime, though, push up with that TEC These Elliot diamonds gon blind him, I put that on my set Every heavy bricks, yellow molly, yeah, its grits I got old socks and old shoes on, shit, it drip, yeah yeah Yeah, make that ho stay over there She traded on me, how it feel? Yeah, Im with Skooly, we got this drank on chill Me and Lil Gotit, we the topic Ima send light shot bout lil Dolly Drip too hard, just like Gunna .223 shot leave em in trauma

Yeah Huh, uh Run that back, Turbo Yeah We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war Sippin that syrup out the pint, oh I got blue cheese out the bank, oh Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles All the new cribs come with gates, oh We not gon let you escape, no Racks on my plate, I eat pesos VVS on me look like waterfalls Your bitch on my dick, I cant get her off The new condo bigger, got taller walls Im the real dripper, dont shop at the mall Pint in two liters, its hard to dissolve For that money, not signing, Im choppin it off Stackin these millions, gettin big as the law Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh Ah, young Charlie Sheen, let the cash talk Drove the coupe so fast I broke the asphalt Took that bag and Im blowin your ass off Ima hop in this spaceship and blast off New four door big body Jaguar Told em Gunna stay fresher than Lysol Told myself and the team this the last lost Sippin codeine got me sleepy I see you a hater through 3D It gotta say Maybach, Mercedes You want you a show, need to pay me Wasnt old enough, wish I sold dope in the 80s I know for sure Id be whippin the baby Fuckin the shit out your ho, make her crazy Play with them sticks like Im born in Lil Haiti Found me a bag, this shit fat like a maze One of one jeans, these the only ones made All of this ice, it must be a ice age My future too bright, gotta keep us some shade She wan rock the mic, put the dick in her face I fuck with your type, we can fuck and get paid Designer my life but I still rock the Js I ran it up, set a price for my name We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war Sippin that syrup out the pint, oh I got blue cheese out the bank, oh Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles All the new cribs come with gates, oh We not gon let you escape, no Racks on my plate, I eat pesos VVS on me look like waterfalls Your bitch on my dick, I cant get her off The new condo bigger, got taller walls Im the real dripper, dont shop at the mall Pint in two liters, its hard to dissolve For that money, not signing, Im choppin it off Stackin these millions, gettin big as the law Hey, huh, your bitch on my dick, I cant get her off If she fuck me, gotta fuck my dawgs I pour up some lean mixed with Adderall Too many racks in these jeans, stuff some more in my drawers I got my drip from Japan, cant find this in the mall He done ran up them bands, how you do that, Yung Mal? Had to stay down through the summer, the winter, the spring, and the fall I got too many bitches, cant answer they calls Too many spots, we at condos and lofts Too many whips, spent two-fifty on cars Too much of this drip, make em eat up the sauce Too many slimes, you forever get crossed Too many crimes cause Im never gon talk Aint goin broke, bitch, I got racks in the vault Private jet, you know we flyin the Hawk Me and Gunna spent a dime in New York Still play with that fork when they think its a drought Got some racks on me now, got some more at the house Went and did a show, I left your ho at the house I stay ready for war if you know it or not, uh Sippin that syrup out the pint, yeah They want me to lose but I cant, nah We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war Sippin that syrup out the pint, oh I got blue cheese out the bank, oh Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles All the new cribs come with gates, oh We not gon let you escape, no Racks on my plate, I eat pesos VVS on me look like waterfalls Your bitch on my dick, I cant get her off The new condo bigger, got taller walls Im the real dripper, dont shop at the mall Pint in two liters, its hard to dissolve For that money, not signing, Im choppin it off Stackin these millions, gettin big as the law

Came up with a hustle when we all made a killin Came from out the struggle, we can all spend a million Chrome Heart for the children, talk to God dressed in linen Got my dawg in the system, pay it all to appealing All for the healin, codeine raw when you sippin I lost all of my feelings, drive a car with no ceiling Pretty broads with me chillin, smashin hard like a engine Got a 9, thats a semi for you boys you act silly Straight up out the struggle Yall gon cop a brick and Ima make it worth double She just let me hit and now she fuckin on my brother Your bitch, shе with the shit and now she tellin you shе love you and she put no one above you I been goin hard off of that pack since I was little Big up on a perc, we pop them bitches like they Skittles I was born off in that jungle raised by gorillas And some killers that dont give a fuck about none you niggas Free , told my dawg Ima bring him home, thats my word Yeah, bitch Im pitchin bricks up off that curb Yeah, you can get your issue on that curb Way before Corona, we was curb servin I took a risk to get that paper, it was worth it I took a hunnid, caught two bricks and started workin You caught me cheatin, I broke your heart and you aint deserve it Now is it worth it? Came up with a hustle when we all made a killin Came from out the struggle, we can all spend a million Chrome Heart for the children, talk to God dressed in linen Got my dawg in the system, pay it all to appealing All for the healin, codeine raw when you sippin I lost all of my feelings, drive a car with no ceiling Pretty broads with me chillin, smashin hard like a engine Got a 9, thats a semi for you boys you act silly We can hit the town in matchin Raris Money aint a thing, I just be smart with it Really dont blow mine, I might buy small shit I still got options My slogan round the world Four Pockets Even though I hate the opps, I aint gon bad talk em Or try to knock unless I knock em off Gucci socks showin like I golf I cant ever take my hand off her body, she so soft Im the type of real one wholl never mention what I bought Chrome Heart long-sleeve my ass got three cross Got the Cullinan waxed, it feel better when it gloss Came up with a hustle, had to make myself a boss Only heard me say it once and they already wanna know Im tryna get over anxiety I know for sure my slimes proud of me She say she love me, but she lied to me She caught me cheatin and then cried to me Its like my heart is not inside of me I took it out and put it out of reach I gave you everything to help you breathe We did this shit and stay ahead and keep stackin with ease I pray to God that I dont ever need I let my diamonds cry no tears, Ill probably never grieve One day its gon be everything it seem Put that on all that dead ones on the team I keep it gangsta from the start, check out my ice, now I got hella cream Came up with a hustle when we all made a killin Came from out the struggle, we can all spend a million Chrome Heart for the children, talk to God dressed in linen Got my dawg in the system, pay it all to appealing All for the healin, codeine raw when you sippin I lost all of my feelings, drive a car with no ceiling Pretty broads with me chillin, smashin hard like a engine Got a 9, thats a semi for you boys you act silly Raised independent Now I rock a show and make em race like the engine Niggas cappin like this was a wave they invented Keep it real, Young Gunna havin way too man millions to not put us in position She made a decision, let me fuck with no permission Our relationship too risky, I dont trust none of you bitches You can never sell stingy, bought you diamonds and they twinkle Tryna give back to my city, they would doubt when you still little You wouldnt even believe that I get paid for the Ritalin You wouldnt even believe that I got paid sellin Skittles Get sprayed, Ima spitter, Ima take it and steal her Still dont play with the dealer, no, Im way too realer

You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I bought a coupe and baby, Ill hand it over to you Punana, come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said hello I’m restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had nothin’ but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her On her dresser, no bluffin Yeah The white marble dresser with a picture of you Put a hold on my schedule, put a reservation for two Shopping is your pleasure, and I feed your attitude Put you on a pedestal, take a trip to Cancun Yves Saint Laurent sweater, when the weather feel cool We livin better, town house with six rooms Mis-loyalty never, real run through my roots I wish we could stay together, Ima tell you the truth Show me your commitment, I’ma do the same for you Told me you gonna ride or die, so I bought a coupe for us two Italy her whole life, everything brand new Diamonds keep me frostbite, I’m just tryna keep my cool Rep a gang red like Oldspice, going color blind, I see blue Get high like a skyline, need to give me time to regroup This money long, need a ruler call the jeweler, I need juice Teach you game like a tutor, you wont fall in love with a fool You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I bought a coupe and baby, I’ll hand it over to you Punana come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said hello Im restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had nothin’ but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her On her dresser, no bluffin Yeah Aint no want no cappin Ive been onto better things, these niggas so last year Im in the back seat of the Maybach with a soul snatcher I just switched lanes and go slow, they probably still wont catch us Bae I love your ass, and whats your practice Baby I love your practice, like I love my bratties Talkin bout stripper panties, and white wall grandies Its just all ladies, shawty said, those are candies Range Rover autobiography, aint doin no slackin Aint doin no more slackin, car too fast need traction Bad lil ten, she nasty Diamonds on fleek, they dancin Woah, oh You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I bought a coupe and baby, Ill hand it over to you Punana, come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said hello Im restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had nothin but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her On her dresser, no bluffin Yeah

Lyrics from Snippets Ass on the top, aint even ask for the top Me and XO NAV finna drop How you fall in love with a thot? No way I spent a cool 30K on shades‚ water like a pool‚ Im a deep blue wave Pop pills a lot ‚ wreck thots like everyday Flooded out my watch , diamonds hittin every way Talkin Lambo talks , gotta pump gas everyday Got a plain gold watch and it got baguettes in the face I will never stop‚ Im still on a paper chase

Playmakers Run that back Turbo Two door Maybach, back to back Four door Maybach black on black Lifestyle high maintenance, oil change cost a couple racks Fuck these ho, cant get attached Condo got a touchscreen pack High-Tech, red addict Act on Act, Act on my back Money my motherfucking bag Money on my motherfucking back I was drinkin Actavis and nothing else, yeah I was drinkin Act on Act I was just was dancing with the devil in the back I was just was dancing with him jack I just took a Percocet bigger than a marshmallow Then I went playing in the cat I just went karats on karats on karats, I just went Roger Rabbit I didnt use a rubber, I went in bare, yeah Im back at it Made these bitches stop and stare at the craft jacket I had sixteen plaques like Mad Max Two door Maybach, back to back Four door Maybach black on black Lifestyle high maintenance, oil change cost a couple racks Fuck these ho, cant get attached Condo got a touchscreen pack High-Tech, red addict Act on Act, Act on my back I was looking for the addy I was focused, tryna open this strip, no active Thugger told me teach you stick, pour deuce you ratchet Bitch I got lions, no tellin, bleu cheese, no salad These here baguettes, aint gotta wash these, L-V, look plastic Like voodoo Im free savvy Act on my back, back to back Maybach, pass it I got reach, I stretch out and touch you, Im elastic And yall aint eatin, yall niggas snacking So you gon be hungry again, I got it on me again Drop top back like a boiling pan On perc, fuck her over and over again This plain Roley a ten Thats my ex-bitch in that Benz Let her drive and go fuck on her friend I said that ass look like it gin That Bentley tail fish with the fin, yeah Two door Maybach, back to back Four door Maybach black on black Lifestyle high maintenance, oil change cost a couple racks Fuck these ho, cant get attached Condo got a touchscreen pack High-Tech, red addict Act on Act, Act on my back

Supah Mario on the beat, nigga Keed, talk to em! No, Im not celibate I fuck on these hoes, they lovin the drip, they say Im so elegant I clutch on the Glock, the clip on that bitch is the nose of an elephant Bankroll, all colors, full of dead presidents I came from the bottom, now Im in a five-star residence We stand on these couches and drink on Belair Bustdown, it huggin my wrist We fuck on these hoes then pass em around, we catchin all the assists Im with the snakes, Im with the slimes, you know that they slimy as shit Im with the snakes, Im with the slimes, you know that they ridin and shit I told you keep the strap on you, make it count when it hit Yeah, they adore you, they adore me, so you know that we winning Rose gold rings on her toes and nose, yeah, she keep it sexy for me Saw my drip in my closet, you go shopping like at Lennox Ima go all the way up, prosecution style, drop the ceiling I just met your friend, Ima kick, yeah, I came from Balencis I get bossy and saucy, tell a friend, fresh prince me Diamonds on my chest cant stop movin, call these bitches lil Breezy No, Im not celibate I fuck on these hoes, they lovin the drip, they say Im so elegant I clutch on the Glock, the clip on that bitch is the nose of an elephant Bankroll, all colors, full of dead presidents I came from the bottom, now Im in a five-star residence We stand on these couches and drink on Belair Bustdown, it huggin my wrist We fuck on these hoes then pass em around, we catchin all the assists Im with the snakes, Im with the slimes, you know that they slimy as shit Im with the snakes, Im with the slimes, you know that they ridin and shit Yeah, talkin bout my robbing me, nigga, you must dont love your family You talkin bout dissin me on the track, cant love you fans Send a lot of shooters and shots on you, block where your ass stayin A lot of lone nights and broad life turn the boy to an old man I wanna be the reason you keep a smile on you Peanut butter inside and you know the coupe look like Goku Yeah, you know she a go-go-gurt and you know she livin more real Smokin dosey, smokin Gelato, I had to stay focused No, Im not celibate I fuck on these hoes, they lovin the drip, they say Im so elegant I clutch on the Glock, the clip on that bitch is the nose of an elephant Bankroll, all colors, full of dead presidents I came from the bottom, now Im in a five-star residence We stand on these couches and drink on Belair Bustdown, it huggin my wrist We fuck on these hoes then pass em around, we catchin all the assists Im with the snakes, Im with the slimes, you know that they slimy as shit Im with the snakes, Im with the slimes, you know that they ridin and shit

Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Yeah Im lit up like a lamp People call me the champ To describe my life story I would say Im goin up like a ramp I was hittin one of my old shorties I fucked around and caught a cramp She aint wanna stop, she still horny I broke her back til she left I dont cook, I get it from the chef And I really want to change your wealth Im one hunnid, tell you, Watch your steps​ I wont let you fall where I fell If we all get caught, I aint tell Gunna rock-solid, I aint frail Thank God, I couldve been in jail Now Im on, family strong, I can enjoy myself Im coppin chrome, livin stoned they gon step Cuz down the road, bless his soul, lost his momma this year I miss you so and thats fosho, I know your life was not fair Feel like nobody else care, they not crying, pray to yourself Every time you call, Ima be there Yeah, yeah, you call, Ima be there call when niggas wasnt nowhere, you call momma to pay bail Ima pay homage to whats real Stackin money taller than ONeal Taking bookings way over in Greece Fly to Australia, I had a layover cause the pilot need sleep Im hoppin on the tour bus drive through these streets Im straight in the west coast, Rodeo, gonna shop and get fleek I pull up in a Rolls Royce, color mayo Stars on that thing, had to see Im lit up like a lamp People call me the champ To describe my life story I would say Im goin up like a ramp I was hittin one of my old shorties I fucked around and caught a cramp She aint wanna stop, she still horny I broke her back til she left I dont cook, I get it from the chef And I really want to change your wealth Im one hunnid, tell you, Watch your steps​ I wont let you fall where I fell If we all get caught, I aint tell Gunna rock-solid, I aint frail Thank God, I couldve been in jail Now Im on, family strong, I can enjoy myself My neck is froze, VS stones, mini globes in my ear Scott got me stoned, sippin fours I done poured up a whole fifth Grippin that .45 when I stare I see you in the camera in my rear Got a scarf from Alexander for your tears I done spent my whole life bein real I rolled dice, cant hold dice, so Im taking off in sixth gear Made more money than I ever thought Look at how the cards can be dealt My niggas cashin out When did you live your dream? Yeah Who did you grieve for the streets or did you feed your team? Yeah I blew some Gs and some Ms, I invested back in myself My DOC keep IV just to check up on my health I know the fam praying we keep wealth The business that you owe, Im payin whats left Im lit up like a lamp People call me the champ To describe my life story I would say Im goin up like a ramp I was hittin one of my old shorties I fucked around and caught a cramp She aint wanna stop, she still horny I broke her back til she left I dont cook, I get it from the chef And I really want to change your wealth Im one hunnid, tell you, Watch your steps​ I wont let you fall where I fell If we all get caught, I aint tell Gunna rock-solid, I aint frail Thank God, I couldve been in jail

I walk up in that motherfucker like, get what you want Ayy, let me get that Gift shop, gift shop, yeah Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Locked in the bag like a Ziploc Got your main thing in the lip-lock Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Audemars dont go tick-tock Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch Got it, Ima spend it, gotta do it big Cause I be talkin more than millions Court-side, no tickets Blue tint, sittin pretty, uh, yeah, uh Im in your bitch like, yeah Hop in that whip, and smash Whats on my neck? That glass That foreign lil whip been crashed A lot of those diamonds aint real My nigga gon get it how he live Good life, who this? She do what she can for a Fendi bag Iced out wrist, that gliss, that gliss, that gliss Girl on my dick, my tip, my tip Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Locked in the bag like a Ziploc Got your main thing in the lip-lock Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Audemars dont go tick-tock Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch Way, way, way Came, came, came Foreign whips, new Mulsanne Kick shit, no Lui Kang Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Locked in the bag like a Ziploc Got your main thing in the lip-lock Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Audemars dont go tick-tock Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch I treat the Gucci store like a gift shop I put some Fiji water in a wrist watch Then showed her how to ball like a big shark I spent a couple thousand on her ass shots She got all colors in the G socks Thats a Rolex not a G-Shock Im diggin in her while she got her legs locked We fuckin in the penthouse at the tip top Make her cum again, spend a hundred bands, new Mercedes-Benz Gucci store again, had to let us in, private when we land I gave her a chance, gave her the advance, diamond on her hands VVS dance, Off-White on the Vans, Tesla for a van Im rubbin on her skin, she gon let me in, we aint gon pretend Im her latest friend, she dont chase her Hen and aint scared to sin Ima give her a lend, purse that cost a ten, help her on the rent We just wanna win, just dont care to spend, Gucci store again Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Locked in the bag like a Ziploc Got your main thing in the lip-lock Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Audemars dont go tick-tock Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch Way, way, way This shit, got me feelin like Michael She call me her idol She play me Tidal She cum on arrival But I dont want no bridal Oh, oh, oh Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Locked in the bag like a Ziploc Got your main thing in the lip-lock Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Audemars dont go tick-tock Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch Got it, Ima spend it, gotta do it big Cause I be talkin more than millions Court-side, no tickets Blue tint, sittin pretty, uh, yeah, uh Im in your bitch like, yeah Hop in that whip, and smash Whats on my neck? That glass Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Locked in the bag like a Ziploc Got your main thing in the lip-lock Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop

Hop out the bag, jump in the bag Get a couple bags Ooh Yeah You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south They blockin their blessin , you got you a weapon You gangsta, but real, chasin that money, you chasin a deal I figured it out, makin the money, Im handin it out Im rubbin the cat, freaky lil bitch, hand in her mouth I mack, no Apple, pen is steppin in gravel Sweet boy you buns, pay that bitchs college fund Uh, suck me up when you done, suck me up when you done Used to take her to Lenox, anything, she can get it You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south Penthouse whenever I land, I used to sleep on the couch I wanna fuck on her friend, I wanna fuck in her mouth I put the racks in the bag, they couldnt fit in the pouch Ima start sellin the swag, Im not gon give em a drop Yeah, swag, Young Gunna came out the south I got OGs thatll vouch I want a bigger amount Gotta do what you do to get rich Better take care of your family now Needed help with nobody around I had to figure things out You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south Used to do Ramen for lunch Now I do lean with the punch I get whatever I want Im in Japan when I stunt Louis Vuitton with the font Louis Vuitton with the blunt Run it back for the kickoff Big big, take your fit off Know some niggas, take yo shit off Smooth nigga, like Im Ray Charles Cuban with the Dior Little bit, yeah I need more On a track, hit a speed course Balenciaga with the horses On a wave like a swordfish Lil nigga, you cant afford this You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh Middle fingers to them fuck niggas that doubted you You made it anyways, gee, ahh Came from the bottom they said we wouldnt make and we gonna show em Now we be sellin out shows and they turnin up when we perform Look at me now, just look at me now bitch Im on Ride with my niggas if they right or wrong And Im geeked up, poured a deuce in the jawn Niggas be acting, these niggas aint realer than me Ran that shit up, got my niggas with me Ride on your ass like I rode on the beat Leave your ass dead in the street Nowadays I just want money Remember them days I was out there with nothing Its fuck the police and I aint doin no cuffing She sucked my dick and gave me a concussion Now Im in a foreign right now Slauson drop top with no shoes on And we not planning on losing Dont play with your life, you gon lose it Poured a whole four in the Fanta I came from Atlanta, I run with them hammers I probably fucked all the dancers, I ran up that money They know that we ballin like cancer I coulda been fucked that bitch but I turned that bitch down Chiddy, he with me, been running the town Run off with that work then we gunnin him down She only squirt when Im coming around Move like a king, where the fuck is my crown? You tryna compete, you gon fuck round and drown Been have the weight we been runnin through pounds Jugg all the work we the talk of the town Chillin it aint never bosses around You cant live my life but you talkin about it She want Chanel just to walk around I been had lost my heart in lost and found I got the mojo like Austin Powers Kill a fuck nigga then send him some flowers Im geeked up right now and Im high as a tower Im tryna win and make my momma prouder Came from the bottom they said we wouldnt make and we gonna show em Now we be sellin out shows and they turnin up when we perform Look at me now, just look at me now bitch Im on Ride with my niggas if they right or wrong And Im geeked up, poured a deuce in the jawn Niggas be acting, these niggas aint realer than me Ran that shit up, got my niggas with me Ride on your ass like I rode on the beat Leave your ass dead in the street Nowadays I just want money Remember them days I was out there with nothing Its fuck the police and I aint doin no cuffing She sucked my dick and gave me a concussion Just came home from touring now I wanna go cop a Maserati I only whip foreign whips got a foreign bitch she so exotic I made it out the hood Ima go take a flight overseas my prime We aint packin no bag, gotta whole lotta bands Touch down, know we shoppin Better stay down with your brother Hella down, we can grind with each other Keep our mind on each other all lies, niggas change like the weather Said gotta whole lotta pain Pour me up my pint Imma start feeling better I got you covered like a sweater Imma do this shit forever Came from the bottom they said we wouldnt make and we gonna show em Now we be sellin out shows and they turnin up when we perform Look at me now, just look at me now bitch Im on Ride with my niggas if they right or wrong And Im geeked up, poured a deuce in the jawn Niggas be acting, these niggas aint realer than me Ran that shit up, got my niggas with me Ride on your ass like I rode on the beat Leave your ass dead in the street Nowadays I just want money Remember them days I was out there with nothing Its fuck the police and I aint doin no cuffing She sucked my dick and gave me a concussion

Got a nigga stackin caps Im servin them bags, I run through em all dog Fuckin on your bitch when you call dog You a bitch goin through a bitch call log And the Hi-Tech red, thats real raw Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now Fuck boy tell me how you still real now I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds Too late for you try to be real now Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now I pull up to the show Balmained down Copycat try to have the same sound Cooked up good dope, run the Js out Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth Never cashin in, took the cash route And them sold out dates got a nigga back in they bag You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass And I was just sippin on Act Got a bustdown cuban link choker, mink gotta match Bitch say she wanna fuck me, no strings attached And I was gettin fresh just to work in the trap When the trap came, nigga got work in the map And dont talk on phones, nigga workin that tap Niggas owe the mob, better pay they tab Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap Tried to stop sippin syrup but a nigga relapsed Bangin my gang like a motherfuckin frat I dont love a ho, I can never get attached Gave your ass a loan and you better bring it back Push up on your ho, she was lookin like a snack Niggas play tough til a nigga get whacked All the coupes fast, nigga might as well drag Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag Pull up in your hood nigga, I dont need a pass All blue hundreds, got these fuck niggas mad Robbed a lil nigga, aint have to use mags Two-hundred twenty, nigga had to do the dash Killin all you bullies, think you bad to the bad Marlo countin Coogi with two hundred on the dash Got a nigga stackin caps Im servin them bags, I run through em all dog Fuckin on your bitch when you call dog You a bitch goin through a bitch call log And the Hi-Tech red, thats real raw Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now Fuck boy tell me how you still real now I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds Too late for you try to be real now Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now I pull up to the show Balmained down Copycat try to have the same sound Cooked up good dope, run the Js out Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth Never cashin in, took the cash route

I stack up them racks, I stacked up them riches Got racks in my pocket, got racks for my bitches I jumped off the porch, know how to go get it The differences is, lil nigga I listen I ain’t tryna sign, Ima stay independent Now open your eyes, hope you pay attention I copped me a coupe and it come wit no ceilin I used to struggle til I started dealin I gotta hustle to get me a million You in the way nigga, play your position Keep a straight face, I dont play wit these bitches Keep a AK, bout to blow in the kitchen I might make the Forbes from tourin the city When I go to the hood niggas actin like bitches I gotta stay focused, my enemies envy I know you aint wit me, you niggas against me I know you aint wit me I turned to the lord, I know you against me Try to avoid and roll me a spiffy But these niggas tellin, I smell somethin fishy I cant sell a brick cause I think its too risky If I sell a bale they might try come get me Im still gon pour bale and my shit cost a millis Wake up in the mornin and think about Benjis I went to the bank and Im seein number commas To tell you the truth, Im in love wit blue hunnids These bitches gon fuck when they see the young Gunna I just got a slut and she came from She sucked me so good got a flight to Atlanta These bitches get money, you know it dont matter Went straight to the top and I didnt use a ladder Got choppas on choppas if you wanna battle Yeah I go to the mall and buy my bit designer Cause she kept it silent I know she a rider Go back to the spot, put the dick all inside of you You niggas be cuffin, hell, I know you cant hide it I know she gon fuck cause I made a deposit We fuck to my music, she say Im melodic Remember you had it, now nigga I got it I stack up them racks, I stacked up them riches Got racks in my pocket, got racks for my bitches I jumped off the porch, know how to get it The differences is, lil nigga I listen I ain’t tryna sign, Ima stay independent Now open your eyes, hope you pay attention I caught me a coupe and it come wit no ceilin I used to struggle til I started dealin I gotta hustle to get me a million You in the way nigga, play your position Keep a straight face, I dont play wit these bitches Keep a AK, bout to blow in the kitchen I might make the Forbes from tourin the city When I go to the hood niggas actin like bitches I gotta stay focused, my enemies envy I know you aint wit me, you niggas against me You niggas against me You niggas dont feel me or wit me at all Im tryna go up and they want me to fall You niggas some ballhogs, dont want me to ball I still got some savages waitin on the call I done doin prayer, stack my money tall Pourin the Act in that red, we sip raw Im feelin like 2Pac and its fuck the law Cash out on a foreign, I dont care what it cost It came wit a horse, she hear the exhaust I got me a check, went and bought me a loft Im a young boss, made it outta the South Nigga gon hate, keep my name out your mouth These niggas show fake love when they see me out They know Im workin when they in a drought 12 hit my spot, had the work in the couch 12 hit my spot, had the work in the mansion And I hold my daughter, said baby dont panic I hope she dont tell em the safe in the attic Just keep it cool and dont be dramatic Whatever I showed you, you need to forget it She can get prices on a dealer wit business I just want work and chase after these riches I stack up them racks, I stacked up them riches Got racks in my pocket, got racks for my bitches I jumped off the porch, know how to get it The differences is, lil nigga I listen I ain’t tryna sign, Ima stay independent Now open your eyes, hope you pay attention I copped me a coupe and it come wit no ceilin I used to struggle til I started dealin I gotta hustle to get me a million You in the way nigga, play your position Keep a straight face, I dont play wit these bitches Keep a AK, bout to blow in the kitchen I might make the Forbes from tourin the city When I go to the hood niggas actin like bitches I gotta stay focused, my enemies envy I know you aint wit me, you niggas against me

Now, now Yeah Now they watchin all my moves, moves, moves Dont miss out, if you snooze, you lose Seen her there on the news, news, news In my dress, if they only knew Im like, ooh, dont get me started Ooh-ooh-ooh, dont get me started Ooh yeah, dont get me heated They tryna hide it from me, I already seen it They tryna hide it from me I already seen it And they dont get higher than me I float like a genie Ive been on a Chanel spree I knew you would see me Hundred racks in the LV Givin back to the needy We run the city Young Gunna got this shit litty Hungry for racks, bitch, Im greedy Strokin it slow in her kitty Flew her to L.A. from Philly Servin all flavors like chili Dont fuck with you niggas, too silly Im only here for the milli I rock Diors like a billi Its the new leopard Amiri Take her shopping cause she look weary I cant ride with a nigga whos scary Pocket got cheese like the pizza at Barrys Wedding band rings and I still aint gettin married Its YSL and our prices dont vary I done got rich, I dont need to be worried Im like, ooh, dont get me started Ooh-ooh-ooh, dont get me started Ooh yeah, dont get me heated They tryna hide it from me, I already seen it Im like, ooh, dont get me started Ooh-ooh-ooh, dont get me started Ooh yeah, dont get me heated They tryna hide it from me, I already seen it Seen it, seen it, seen it, seen it, seen it, seen it Brand new Chanel Go to the devil, tell him go to Hell A savage at twenty-one, Im not Adele Oh, you got class now, yeah, I taught him well I come to your wedding, Im throwin confetti Like, Who is this bitch? Yeah, the bitch hella petty I pop in your dreams, but no, Im not Freddy Oh, I just did it on em Oh, I just shitted on em Island girl winnin on em Im like, ooh, dont get me started Ooh-ooh-ooh, dont get me started Ooh yeah, dont get me heated They tryna hide it from me, I already seen it Im like, ooh, dont get me started Ooh-ooh-ooh, dont get me started Ooh yeah, dont get me heated They tryna hide it from me, I already seen it

I wanna be in London for one night I wanna see London for one night I wanna see London for one night Wanna see London for one night Bad girl treat me like Im a crisis Only show love when Im feelin like I done been in cuffs, I done been indicted Wanna hear me rap and I dont lie You can have the money or the soul ties Deep in the street, need a robe light What you gon do? Its all mine LA Caponе, he all time Gotta bad bitch, shе all mine Nigga wanna play, they all dyin I was just high as the Fortnite I need more time , I need more paper I’m gettin more shine Im talking bout more haters Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, more cake I be on, I be on, I be on, I be on more dates You be on, you be on, you be on, you be on more breaks She be on, she be on, she be on, she be on dial, baby I be on, I be on, I be on, dont got no time, baby They be on, they be on, they be on wild in the crowd, baby The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars in the crowd, baby Navigate, navigate, navigate, never rely, baby Time after time after time, I see you cry, baby Its gon be okay if you just ride, baby You tired, you tired, you tired, you tired of lyin, baby Its no replyin, baby, its no replyin, baby Wanna see London for one night Bad girl treat me like Im a crisis Only show love when Im feelin like I done been in cuffs, I done been indicted Wanna hear me rap and I dont lie You can have the money or the soul ties Deep in the street, need a robe light What you gon do? Its all mine LA Capone, he all time Gotta bad bitch, she all mine Nigga wanna play, they all dyin I was just high as the Fortnite I need more time , I need more paper I’m gettin more shine Mmm, these diamonds need more shine Baby, yeah, I done seen more crime Lotta rich people make the poor cry But when its God sendin me more signs You broke? Ill probably pay em no mind The judge tryna give my brother more time One hunnid, I aint tell the fam no lies Dont know it all, I can take more advice You know what you need Tell me what you see? Who you wanna be? Said its all on me, yall gonna freeze Y’all follow me Five hundred Gs, all designer jeans All double Ds , Im with large company Dont need your company Dont need to switch up the faculty I got homies who chop shit like the Japanese Figure it out like its geometry One of a one, you can count on me OTF, on me, the family Wont let em damage me and thats reality Everybody different, aint no one compare to me Peep the real and I wont let em flatter me Wanna see London for one night Bad girl treat me like Im a crisis Only show love when Im feelin like I done been in cuffs, I done been indicted Wanna hear me rap and I dont lie You can have the money or the soul ties Deep in the street, need a robe light What you gon do? Its all mine LA Capone, he all time Gotta bad bitch, she all mine Nigga wanna play, they all dyin I was just high as the Fortnite I need more time , I need more paper I’m gettin more shine Im talking bout more haters

Ayo, Pitt, we got one SumYunGhai with me the shit R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak Shorty eating salad that parsley Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake In the Louis V bag should be more cake Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate I aint ever finna listen what they all say Count up big bread in broad day Said I dont regret them hard days Essential Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental Fucking with me cause she really think I be the answer Wish a nigga would roll em up in a pencil Two Dracos, get em gone, no silencio Niggas leaving nun, aint no evidence Run the bag on em, like oh Imma tax em Nigga left home, got a gold Patek Fuck the bitch once and I aint call her back Wunna too rich, Im hard to catch Silly bitch sent me a horrible text Wunna not the one to argue with Landed in Houston where Harden at A lot of these rappers be starting cap Need to get some drip, just watch me I took a hit, still cant stop me But usually cut the tax on Roxi The gang but I call em my posse You pussies should be riding in a carseat Im ridin in her pussy like broccoli Bitch lyin got a nigga so salty This cash got me fucking on Barbies Know you adore me Broke her heart, no, aint nothing free Nigga tried to screw like Bun B Road to the riches, aint nothing sweet The road to the riches, aint nothing sweet The Rolls Cullinan got love seats The Wock got the double cup muddy R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak Shorty eating salad that parsley Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake In the Louis V bag should be more cake Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate I aint ever finna listen what they all say Count up big bread in broad day Said I dont regret them hard days Essential Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental Fucking with me cause she really think I be the answer Wish a nigga would roll em up in a pencil Two Dracos, get em gone, no silencio Niggas leaving nun, aint no evidence Run the bag on em, like oh Imma tax em Got a bad bitch, she act a hella goofy though I dont bring her around me, she talk a lot That my nigga, he know he dont act like a ho Know that Im blowing up first and niggas not And I know that they plotting, I keep a Glock R.I.P. niggas that walked in the cross fire Always back out my pole at a red light Shawty asking if a nigga paranoid Moonwalking at sixteen Diamonds hittin, boutta Toosie Slide while nigga fuckin ya hoe Told them niggas dont text me Nigga, I be rolling on exotic, finna get me out my zone My momma say she miss me Told her I be trapping, she be laughing, bitches crying on her phone We gon prove when that fuck nigga step up Bae don’t judge me, I smoke lotta pressure I be high as fuck, no niggas liking us Your bitch booked up, Telly inviting us And that’s prolly why that fuck nigga mad Know he better stay in his bag In the quarantine season uh Trapping for the week Diamonds hitting, make a nigga start to blinking Get to bussin if a nigga start thinking, know that they watching R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak Shorty eating salad that parsley Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake In the Louis V bag should be more cake Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate I aint ever finna listen what they all say Count up big bread in broad day Said I dont regret them hard days Essential Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental Fucking with me cause she really think I be the answer Wish a nigga would roll em up in a pencil Two Dracos, get em gone, no silencio Niggas leaving nun, aint no evidence Run the bag on em, like oh Imma tax em

She want love me, I want love me She want love me, she came running Took our money, I had hundreds She want all this, all this money She dont love me, she dont love me All my money, all my hundreds She wanna run it, she cant run it You dont love me, she dont love me, yeah We can dance if you wanted, yeah Hundred grand make her horny, yeah By the way, I want it on me, baby Love it when I got my gas on deck, yeah She want my gas on deck Said she love the way my backshots hit, yeah She rollin backwards, yeah, yeah, yeah She want love me, I want love me She want love me, she came running Took our money, I had hundreds She want all this, all this money She dont love me, she dont love me All my money, all my hundreds She wanna run it, she cant run it You dont love me, she dont love me, yeah No she dont No she dont but she know I got dough on me New clothes on me, put the Rolls on Forgis New condos a donkey, but my bitch a Yorkie And I know she dont wanna love cause we grown Aint your fault cause you grown, we was out, now we on Push the pedal down the road, will I love her, never know Private jet goin home this the life that you want She want love me, I want love me She want love me, she came running Took our money, I had hundreds She want all this, all this money She dont love me, she dont love me All my money, all my hundreds She wanna run it, she cant run it You dont love me, she dont love me, yeah She want love me, I want love me She want love me, she came running Took our money, I had hundreds She want all this, all this money, yeah All this money, yeah All this money All my hundreds All these hundreds, yeah She dont love me, yeah She dont love me, yeah I thought you loved me

Young Gunna, he came from the South But I might pull over in the Zone 6 We ride with them Glocks and the sticks Thuggin with Pablo done got me hood rich Forgiato, drop the top off the six Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp Them my hours that I pulled me a lick Ridin Audis, we aint trading out whips You caught me poppin, helpin out with the bitch For my dog, niggas know we wouldnt switch She suck the balls and my bitch get the clip I stack it all, get that money like Mitch With the faucet bitch you know Ima drip Took many losses, I aint pleading the fifth Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air Too many choppers, we gon leave the field Ridin in an all white Porsche, same color the rerock Saint Laurent kicks, ballin like a peacock Pull up on your bitch and skeet in her mouth Im from the hood, empty Louis pouch Rich nigga put a safe under the ground Ten choppers, we got a thousand rounds Send in that work like its Chinatown Fuck and forget her, I send her to lost and found The four door coupe, thats an A7 Audi Real street nigga, I got stripes like the bear Got a plug for the low, he gon send it from Cali Old school, I got dope in my Rally Fucked that lil bitch just for another addy My young nigga wildin out, Nick Cannon Zone 6, serve you at Tony Valley Pour up an old nine, fuck a Natty Young Gunna, he came from the South But I might pull over in the Zone 6 We ride with them Glocks and the sticks Thuggin with Pablo done got me hood rich Forgiato, drop the top off the six Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp Them my hours that I pulled me a lick Ridin Audis, we aint trading out whips You caught me poppin, helpin out with the bitch For my dog, niggas know we wouldnt switch She suck the balls and my bitch get the clip I stack it all, get that money like Mitch With the faucet bitch you know Ima drip Took many losses, I aint pleading the fifth Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air Too many choppers, we gon leave the field Im puttin tax on it, we aint playin fair One call away, we gon pull up and get it crackin anywhere And we in the streets, we aint seen you there Got a new chopper, this bitch roll like a wheelchair Fuck on your bitch and she tell me you still care These the new 81s, Im coppin every pair Pull up and air that bitch out and get out of there Im having racks in my skinnies and diamonds yeah These niggas broke, aint even having bricks fare I be state to state, I keep a safe everywhere HoodRich, fuck up a check, I got trap fare Runnin with me in the 6, you wouldnt last there Homies on every street, young niggas everywhere Hit with the shot, got bodies droppin everywhere Pull up like secret service, we gon meet you there Still on the bullshit, we aint playin fair Young Gunna, he came from the South But I might pull over in the Zone 6 We ride with them Glocks and the sticks Thuggin with Pablo done got me hood rich Forgiato, drop the top off the six Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp Them my hours that I pulled me a lick Ridin Audis, we aint trading out whips You caught me poppin, helpin out with the bitch For my dog, niggas know we wouldnt switch She suck the balls and my bitch get the clip I stack it all, get that money like Mitch With the faucet bitch you know Ima drip Took many losses, I aint pleading the fifth Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air Too many choppers, we gon leave the field

Lyrics from Snippets Its a foreign when I slide Its a Fendi, bought my bitch the slides Cinderella, she dont fit the size Ima pass her, she gon fuck the guys Hublot face baguette Got sauce, spaghetti Ima bust on her face, she gon let me Walk around, whole lotta fetti Every day, my diamonds dancin, its a mosh-pit Different color, living color, how much sparkle can I get? Flyer than Harry Potter on the cover of your book Solitary, yellow canary, Yaya Diamonds in my boogers Clear white crystals be the reason that your old lady is winnin Flawless diamonds is the motion is the newest silent killer I came from out the trash can surrounded by nothing but killers My Benz tall as an Avalanche and it cost eight figures Blue Lamborghini Urus, baby, take a ride Tempur-Pedic seats gon hug you when you glide high I put Molly in the Juice in the fridge and its mine Aint no cap for you dirty bitches ran up I make fetti when I ride All new year to December, its confetti, we alive I already been disguised, machette when I spy Hundred thirties, still gon smile Shes already for the guys, I was... Moncler Its Thugger dripping in the new spider I already bought her CC just because I can on a different species, I was just on land I just...

Yeah 808 Mafia I be the Cuban link wearing motherfucker You know the type jewelry, the one that I, that I started, everybody doing now? Yeah, its Jeffery, by the way, you know what Im saying? Yeah, I started you niggas by doing diamond ropes only, you know what Im saying? I started you niggas by stacking that shit, nigga Give props when due, you understand? Yeah Ah, bitch, take a lil E off vert Woah , yeah , stuff her with some dick and make her squirt Hee hee, skeet it in her mouth and make her burp Pay lil mama bills for certain I got a Hublot falcon man I aint ever goin out sad Fuck around and buy a bitch a bag Cartier timeless man They tryna tear me down bad You niggas dont give me a bag I told her we dont play no games 100k for the friendship ring The world, they dying to see me Im takin these hoes out the street Im killin these boys in my sleep You cant even afford the lil freak Hashtag my tats, If I take xans, I act like a brat You broke and I can see right through that These hoes think they tricked me, yall fucked up a sack I do what I want, I came out the bitch mad And rest in peace Troup and did one for Ol Nat And look at the stomach, you know its so flat Im ridin with the slimes and they all gon say Slatt Rack jumpin jacks, take off your bag Bitch, now you roadkill Take off the keys, wear skinny pants, drink you some lean Run up a billion , glass on the ceiling, yeah She on her period? Fuck it, nut on her ceiling then Ah, bitch, take a lil E off vert Woah, yeah , stuff her with some dick and make her squirt Hee hee, skeet it in her mouth and make her burp Pay lil mama bills for certain I got a Hublot falcon man I aint ever goin out sad Fuck around and buy a bitch a bag Cartier timeless man VVS diamonds, yeah Cartier watch, shit timeless That money come faster than Sonic Throw a couple thousand in Onyx I just want your top like a bonnet I just left from Paris to London The shit I did, niggas never done it Talked to God, made a mill on a Sunday Frog eyes on the coupe, Ima slide V1 with no roof when I ride Private jets in the sky when I fly Hit the mall, flood them racks, fuck a price Ima go and cop me a Vert I just had to pop me a perc They wanna know the cost for a verse Ten thousand dollars wont hurt I just got a pack, need to skrt I used to sell crack and sell purp Niggas out of line get murked Niggas gettin chauffeured in a hearse Ah, bitch, take a little E off vert Woah, yeah, stuff her with some dick and make her squirt Hee hee, skeet it in her mouth and make her burp Pay lil mama bills for certain I got a Hublot falcon man I aint ever goin out sad Fuck around and buy a bitch a bag Cartier timeless man

Lyrics from Snippet Run that back, Turbo Hop out the McLaren Got so fresh, oh so clean  And my bitch in celine Actavis, sippin lean This aint no facade We count cash, color green Got that clean on the cream Like a Holly got that rings You cant heal my heart I got scars on my veins You cant feel my pain These rackets keep me safe In the country, sippin codeine lemonade Liquor racing through down London Shoppin bros what they expect I came from the block I get Ms on my name My watch hit my crib Hi, dear, its insane Shawty, give me that top The top of the Range

Keep a TEC, why I drip like that Wipe my face with racks Easter-colored ice, in Easter-colored cups My niggas pourin up Aint no tit for tat Aint no back and forth with you Oh, Im just blowin up Count that backend, its all blues How you feel about me, boo Dont feel that way for you Good things come in two Bring your best friend through So just kick on back Count them racks They stealin drip Bitch, we taxin Feel like Michael dancin Billie Jean, arm got that glitter action They ask me what Im on Bitch, its acid Jesus pieces on me, thats a resurrection Style just like Harry, I got one direction Get him whacked for Twitter talkin, thats an instant message Tell him get the message, ya dig? Keep a TEC, why I drip like that Wipe my face with racks Easter-colored ice, in Easter-colored cups My niggas pourin up Cause I drip like that I drip like that Keep a TEC Why I drip like that Wipe my face with racks Easter-colored ice In Easter-colored cups My niggas pourin up Cause I drip like that Drip like that Yeah, yeah Why you, why you drip like that? Why you drip like that? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Why you drip like that? Ooh, why you drip like that? Han, drip like candle wax Told her ride that dick like camel back New Philipp Plein online, I shop on the internet Maybach seat reclaim, away to another check Han, Young Gunna why you drip like that? Run through all these hoes they said a million yet Your bitch at home alone, just sent me a freaky text I put that shit on her, that pussy drippin wet I copped the new Balenciaga socks I got more syrup than a wafflehouse When it comes to the drip, I never ever have a drop Me and Wheezy on that drip, these nigga cap a bop I got a presidential suite thats at the top Im drippin when I walk, you gonna need a mop Hit your bitch from the balcony in new Gucci flops Tell these hoes out here, I aint gon leave the top Keep a TEC, why I drip like that Wipe my face with racks Easter-colored ice, in Easter-colored cups My niggas pourin up Cause I drip like that I drip like that Keep a TEC Why I drip like that Wipe my face with racks Easter-colored ice In Easter-colored cups My niggas pourin up Cause I drip like that Drip like that Yeah, yeah Why you, why you drip like that? Why you drip like that? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Why you drip like that? Ooh, why you drip like that? Tell me man, why you drip like that? Drip like that, yeah Let me hear that Fire, keep all of that

Cut the top, no lid Drop my top, fuck the cops Got ice on my hands I pop that shit like, bitch, cause I want me a check Bitch, wash my Vette Its a rich nigga, watch your step Im just playin with the cards I was dealt Had to work real hard with no help I invested it all in myself Now the foreign valet to Saks Fifth Actavis and Hi-Tech whenever I sip Gunna get paid just to walk in your VIP Call my lil bae, dick inside of her lip Neighborhood loc, gotta keep a ex clip If you sellin dope gotta keep it on your hip Crème de la crème Icing on the rims Bout to shoot a film Stacking that cheese, told my team nigga we here I want some Gs stuck on my jeans to go with my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, yeah, I want my Ms I want my Ms, yeah, I want my Ms I just wan fuck on her face, yeah Thats bout a M for a Wraith, yeah I might just shut down the place, yeah I gotta pick up my pace, yeah I run a four flat for them bands Kap G a runningback, uh My shooters come for your sack, uh J be sipping on the Act, yeah Southside on the map Ill fuckin air it on the net, yeah Magic city make it clap, uh Pussy boy, dont give me dap, nah My Gucci is vintage, yeah My car is not rented, yeah Put that drink in my cup Kap G a actor, rapper, and a chemist, uh Free my boy with the sentence Had to handle his business, yeah And my bitch is Brazilian Told Jetson, Lets go get these millions No matter what, they gon hate Im the brown Bill Gates, uh Fuck along we straight, uh Give me dome in the Wraith, uh Crème de la crème, yeah Icing on my rings, ayy How much you spend? Ayy Ayy, look at my neck, that Fiji, I couldve bought a bitch Put some VVs on my tee to go with my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms Bringin, quit bringing your friend, stop bringing your friend Im fuckin em both, ayy Fuck in the booth, I fuck em again, huh I got the bands, huh I got the cash, I gotta spend, uh I gotta spend, huh On a lil ho I cannot spend, huh I got this dope, huh Butterfly doors, check out the flow, huh Watch how they float, uh Diamonds, they choke, look at the gold, huh Look at the goat, ay You sit at the top just like a pro, yeah 2900, thats home 2900 my zone 2900 I go, throw the hoes up if you a goat, uh I got that bitch on my phone, huh I got that 9 in my coat, ooh I mix that Hen with the coke, uh Im on that lean for sure, ooh I buy that pill for the low, huh I got these hoes, what? I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms

Nard & B Im too playa for it, Im too playa for it Trench Work Im too playa for these bitches on my line, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that aint gon ride, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that think she mine, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that kill my vibe, whoa Im too playa for it , Im too playa for it Im too playa for it , Im too playa for it Im too playa for a bitch that aint gon ride, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that kill my vibe, whoa Im too playa not to step out with my nine, whoa Im too playa, I cant give no hoe my time, no I just met a foreign bitch on Ocean Drive, whoa Still too playa for that bitch, she cant be mine, no Ima fuck and then Im slidin, I aint stayin Treat her wrong and she still do it if I say it Cause she know I might just move onto her friend Goofy hoe, I dont get played, I do the playin No more True Religion, Im too playa for it Cant put trust into these bitches Im too playa for it I cant do that sneak dissin, Im too playa for it Boy your name aint never mentioned, Im too playa for it Im too playa for these bitches on my line, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that aint gon ride, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that think she mine, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that kill my vibe, whoa Im too playa for it , Im too playa for it Im too playa for it , Im too playa for it Im too playa for a bitch that aint gon ride, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that kill my vibe, whoa Im too playa, it to share, for these hoes, dog Ima stare, state my bail, and dont never call Ive been swell, feeling well, geeked off Adderall She wont stay at my hotel, I aint mad at all Im too playa, Im so playa, I dont play at all Im too playa for myself, I cant check no broad Dont check my phone, dont check HotMail, Im too playa to talk I know she grown, she know me well, Im a big ol boss It aint no cap, you know Im playa , Ill let you see the cost Dont throw no salt, you slow as a snail, I let you see the floss Im so playa, I put you on as you blow up He playa, he playa, we playas, I know what you was taught Im too playa for these bitches on my line, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that aint gon ride, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that think she mine, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that kill my vibe, whoa Im too playa for it , Im too playa for it Im too playa for it , Im too playa for it Im too playa for a bitch that aint gon ride, whoa Im too playa for a bitch that kill my vibe, whoa Trench Work

Matt, what up? 48 kHz Pour a pint, I pour a pint, get my racks out the bank Tahoe a tank , Dior and Saint , I drip like a saint Back from LA, its cold in the A, put a mink on today I didn’t come here to play, got my weed from the Bay, and my sneakers from Ye Who wanna race? Who wanna race? I falled in a lake Also not leavin a trace, your body get traced and dumped in the waste You all in the way, you followin the wave, a whole hour on stage Man, I already made, my bitch is my maid, no minimum wage My side bitch your ho, I shop in SoHo, I’m out of control I dont do the most, I barely even post, and I love the West Coast They pay me to host, they gave me a loaf, I turned it to toast Backend into notes, Im stayin afloat, all white like the Pope My shades Versace, they think I aint watchin, I see that you plottin Get high like a falcon, with my bitch on my balcony, Im in love with her body Blowin’ Gelato, In a new four-door Audi, and the push start is auto I keep it hollow, got a bitch that gon’ swallow, suck the tip like a hollow Pour a pint, I pour a pint, get my racks out the bank Tahoe a tank , Dior and Saint , I drip like a saint Back from LA, its cold in the A, put a mink on today I didn’t come here to play, got my weed from the Bay, and my sneakers from Ye Wave Runners, I done caught a wave , caught a wave See me now, niggas got astonished faces, astonished faces Spendin, cant take hundreds to the grave, to the grave Me and my partner done dodged a hundred cases, hundred cases Yeah, Rolex shine like sunrise, Presidential campaign Tell the Feds to free the guys, kush came in the fast lane Slimes like some alligators, YSL my charm glacier Tell em pour that up, saw the future like a palm reader Pour a pint, I pour a pint, get my racks out the bank Tahoe a tank , Dior and Saint , I drip like a saint Back from LA, it’s cold in the A, put a mink on today I didnt come here to play, got my weed from the Bay, and my sneakers from Ye

DY Krazy Going back and forth with these hoes I told you I drip with these clothes Bout to get back on the road Bigger back end at these shows I done came from the bottom with hope Stack that cash up, thats all that I know Gotta get my family a new home Gotta go and cash out on the road Choke the game I got it in a yoke My auntie used to play with that coke I love her cause she kept me with hope Boutta run that shit up like Lil Boat This a checkerboard Damier coat Saint Laurent these the same color as oak Rock Off-White still look light like the Pope Momma told me, thats all that she wrote Hopping out of these suicide doors Got some tailor made drip on my clothes Run that new in and out with the old Valentino on all of my hoes Niggas jealous they wanna be known I know you can do better on yo own I see basically niggas is clones You play wrong, you get popped in yo dome Im just trying bring these m&ms home Imma try put my lil niggas on I dont care if you feel it or dont Gotta get in that billionaire mode You cant come to come kick it you told Thats a price on yo head till you gone Better pray up and live with that tome Cant go back and you know how it go Going back and forth with these hoes I told you I drip with these clothes Bout to get back on the road Bigger back end at these shows I done came from the bottom with hope Stack that cash up, thats all that I know Gotta get my family a new home Gotta go and cash out on the road 50 racks stuffed in my denim Rocking the Gucci with lion like Simba I keep the blue hunnids with me like gang members I get that hoe back, she just a rental Im in the trap spot just like a vendor Go back and forth with these hoes I go back and forth with these shows A hunnid thousand got my neck on froze I want the cookie no petro I used to trap out the metro Had that bitch turn to a klepto Im rocking Louis V head to toe Wake up, I dress like I got a show I need the money, the can fasho I be dripping in designer galore Fuck on that bitch and then I gotta go Going back and forth with these hoes I told you I drip with these clothes Bout to get back on the road Bigger back end at these shows I done came from the bottom with hope Stack that cash up, thats all that I know Gotta get my family a new home Gotta go and cash out on the road

Dee Money nigga Real shit Know what Im talkin bout? Just bought a pint so the whole team can sip Nigga talk crazy get hit in the lip I am so low key but Im in the VIP I didnt get sent I got it on my hip Kickin that bitch and you know shes a rip Im not the player, Im the coach If you want then just order the boat I just want piece of the bread Cause bitch I came for the loaf Put on some shit so I can dance on the low Pussy get tortured and hung on a rope Cut off his finger and leave him a note When you play dirty thats how this shit go I had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope I had to break it down and get it sold I got some money, went and fed the Po I kept it silent, I would never fold I know you remember cause I can see the floor I used to broke, now I became a boss My niggas hard, the opposite of soft I got me a Glock, I might just shoot the law Paid for that shit and dont look at the cost I used to be broke and now Ima young boss Toppin shit on me and I might like some floss Got a bad bit just like Diana Ross My niggas aint soft and Im high as a loft aint no high but Im talkin Christian, my Louboutin wallet be walkin Put your head up for an auction Whippin up, babys a doctor All the bad bitches be flockin Sellin out shows and we walkin Pussy ass nigga just blockin We out in public, soon as we spot em we poppin Bro you might need you a doctor No limimt soldiers, all my niggas bad We do not focus, all my niggas silent Im not the player, Im the coach If you want then just order the boat I just want piece of the bread Cause bitch I came for the loaf Put on some shit so I can dance on the low Pussy get tortured and hung on a rope Cut off his finger and leave him a note When you play dirty thats how this shit go I had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope I had to break it down and get it sold I got some money, went and fed the Po I kept it silent, I would never fold I know you remember cause I can see the floor I used to broke, now I became a boss My niggas hard, the opposite of soft I got me a Glock, I might just shoot the law All of my niggas rock solid Niggas aint hard, they hard body My a borin Gotti Run outside wit a stick and I caught a body Caught that AP, apologize, we sorry I remember I used to rock Bitch I came from the bottom, bottom, bottom I got niggas that never seen a Rari I was broke, went from a little to a lotta Went to Neimans, yeah, caught my bitch some Prada I went straight to Balmain, I skipped the Robins Gunna-Gunna cant bitch, I cannot pop it That lil baby boy soft, boy he need to stop it Got your bitch in my room, give her sloppy-toppy Yeah that left clip the drip that tryna copy Dont let me slip out wit my pocket rocket Im not the player, Im the coach If you want then just order the boat I just want piece of the bread Cause bitch I came for the loaf Put on some shit so I can dance on the low Pussy get tortured and hung on a rope Cut off his finger and leave him a note When you play dirty thats how this shit go I had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope I had to break it down and get it sold I got some money, went and fed the Po I kept it silent, I would never fold I know you remember cause I can see the floor I used to broke, now I became a boss My niggas hard, the opposite of soft I got me a Glock, I might just shoot the law

Lyrics from Snippets Big money like a jewel, baby Snake skin cool, baby We some pair of jewels, baby Alligator shoes, baby Lately, Ive been travelling with a chopper, man I didnt really mean to but I shot him, baby should admit it, Im considerin Their heart hurt, you got em sick but never mind em Starburst piece so sweet I gotta ice it Im too raw, rare breed, no nigga like me Money turn friends froze, bros turn ho foes Receipts gettin so long niggas getting jealous, we just buying clothes

Hear that money talkin, Im in designer walkin I put that money all in, stack the money by the ten Forty thousand for the lens, from a bucket to a Benz Nigga know I came to win, I hear that money talkin Hear that money callin, Im in the mall, Im ballin I gotta keep the carbon, I aint tryna bargain I cop the drop-top six, Im in the top cockpit Spit this shit up out the door, niggas know I keep the tone I can do it all alone, had to do it for my home Niggas till Im movin on, got some money on the phone Got them shows on my own, fifty-seven for the shows Puttin rappers on they toes cause they know I aint tote I can never break the code, I will never ever fold This some shit I woulda hoped And then pulled up in a Rolls Everybody used to kick doors Till I pulled up on copy road, and seen a spot full of yams I sold my first car and got a half a bag and started breakin down grams Now Im textin Uncle Sam, but the fucker started scammin Now Im hoppin on the Gram, me and Nechie in a Lamb Had to show em who I am, had to show em who I was Had to show em what I want, rockstar with a bunch Niggas do it for the front, cept you should do it for the ones Tryna hit like Barry Bonds, make a million every month Hear that money talkin, Im in designer walkin I put that money all in, stack the money by the ten Forty thousand for the lens, from a bucket to a Benz Nigga know I came to win, I hear that money talkin Hear that money callin, Im in the mall, Im ballin I gotta keep the carbon, I aint tryna bargain I cop the drop-top six, Im in the top cockpit Every time you see I poke my chest out And my life been lookin good, but I been stressed out For them niggas who talkin big, you know they chests out Why the fuck you buy a vest? You want yo head clocked And when that money talk we cappin out, what we live now Killin everythin but the kids now, that how it is now I used to be broke, I walk around with a ten now Ready to just spend on anythin that I feel now Through these chrome heart lenses, I see it all, yeah I see the hate, I see the fake, I see the flawed, yeah Fuck it we gon ball, yeah, Stevie Wonder, see we gettin cake, we gettin it all, yeah And we aint playin with these hoes cause we dont hear them all yeah Never fall, I stand tall on it, shit, I just hit the light and cashed out on I bought a Mulsanne, and a new chain, you niggas too lame Kickin flavor like Im Lu Kang from the south, but I aint 2 Chainz Hear that money talkin, Im in designer walkin I put that money all in, stack the money by the ten Forty thousand for the lens, from a bucket to a Benz Nigga know I came to win, I hear that money talkin Hear that money callin, Im in the mall, Im ballin I gotta keep the carbon, I aint tryna bargain I cop the drop-top six, Im in the top cockpit

Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Yeah, in a Porsche, yeah, Aventador, yeah She might wanna ride, but it better be a foreign, yeah Make it roar, yeah, yeah Said her ex was a joker, no locked doors Takin what you want from me Tell a bitch, Throw it back like its all yours Lock it up and throw the key Speed it up like a NASCAR Autosport Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Vroom-vroom, Baby, das der V8 Pedal to the metal, make her knees shake Kongolese, so New York wie der Cheesecake Doch trotzdem Best German Act, so wie die Beatsteaks Ich cruise durch die Gegend heut im Sport-Mode Und mach mehr Yards dieses Jahr als die Broncos Die sind nicht mal hinter mir, die sind off-road Kickdown, linke Spur, Baby, all smoke Mama weiß, ihr Junge war schon immer extra Drei Uhr nachts in der Booth, Babe, ich schwing mein Zepter Und ich weiß ganz genau, sie hättens nie gedacht King-Status mit Ansage, heut komm ich mit Schiebedach Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Speedin in that Porsche Livin life fast, Im goin all around the course Aint no competition, got the ball in my court Screamin fuck the opposition every time that we score Im the one and only with the rawest report I aint crossed no twenties like I bought from the store Gunna bought her Pucci and that Juicy Couture We made a rated movie, had her pussy a lil sore I copped a new toy They gon see the smoke, I changed the mode, sport Maybach to the yacht, left in a Rolls Royce See them haters, they done left me no choice She love me and she say I make her so moist Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Dippin, dodgin, in and out a new Ferrari I dont want her, she be fuckin anybody If Im in, then Ima drop the top on that Yeah, she got a fatty, but her top is whack I might hit her bestfriend, Im somethin like a legend Im smokin on that kush and you can tell by how its smellin Say she got a curfew, gotta be in by eleven If I roll up all this weed up, better make sure you inhale it Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more Fast car, I want all the smoke Yeah, all the smoke Porsche 911, cant see me no more I be up high, but I want some more

Woo Yeah Ha Talk your shit Uh, how you flip a quarter ki to them junkies without no tension? How you gon fuck these hoes up, hit once, switch her without catching no feelings? How you catch a flight after indictment in them fucking trenches? How you go from sleeping in a car to all these fucking millions? Them choppers gon hit him, his top get to flipping They know how this shit get when Trench in the building Im off it, Im tipsy, that lean got me jiggy Im known for that shit that I do in these lyrics That nigga a pussy, he mad that we winning I started, aint no telling when Ima finish Its normal, we rigid, they know who to mention They point, they dont ask, cause they know that we did it I know, hold a five-oh F&N with the choppers, Ima have the lights off Stick with a dick, that bitch hit like a nighthawk Off of a brick, Ima sell it like a nine-four Chips for the licks, wrong gram like a typo Glizz on my hip, that bitch go wherever I go Yeah, I did the math, had to hop in my bag Im with my team, yeah, they know where we at Pew-pew, bad bitch cute-cute I cant even lie, the lil bitch eat it like its seafood I know that they hate the fact that I been tryna Fell in love with diamonds, my baguetties, they be see-through Yeah, me too I know how it feels when they leave you Do not put faith in these people Do not put faith in these people Uh, how you flip a quarter ki to them junkies without no tension? How you gon fuck these hoes up, hit once, switch her without catching no feelings? How you catch a flight after indictment in them fucking trenches? How you go from sleeping in a car to all these fucking millions? Them choppers gon hit him, his top get to flipping They know how this shit get when Trench in the building Im off it, Im tipsy, that lean got me jiggy Im known for that shit that I do in these lyrics That nigga a pussy, he mad that we winning I started, aint no telling when Ima finish Its normal, we rigid, they know who to mention They point, they dont ask, cause they know that we did it Cashing checks, this shit done got litty These bitches keep coming, every one of em pretty This paper bring presents, I cant show no pity I count it, cant steal it, I need every penny The drip been stolen, I need my percentage He turn to a target, I bet Ima hit it I bought some machetes, we chop off his ear Chop, we chop off his ear, he cant hear Dont feel the pressure, dont nobody fear it Need no volunteers, I cant hear your lyrics Louis like Farrakhan through the year My life is a movie, wait for the premiere Yeah , I hit up slatt and we all appear My LA closet got all Amiri I pull up Ghost and they all look scary I dont want no state lunch or no commissary Bought some new teeth, aint no need for the fairy Your diamonds look milky, them shits out the dairy Give back to the city, Im young Tyler Perry Thugger pulled up the red spider, the cherry I do this shit for my grandmama Mary Today was 4/20, Im smoking on berry Its young Gunna Wunna, you know Ima carry Uh, how you flip a quarter ki to them junkies without no tension? How you gon fuck these hoes up, hit once, switch her without catching no feelings? How you catch a flight after indictment in them fucking trenches? How you go from sleeping in a car to all these fucking millions? Them choppers gon hit him, his top get to flipping They know how this shit get when Trench in the building Im off it, Im tipsy, that lean got me jiggy Im known for that shit that I do in these lyrics That nigga a pussy, he mad that we winning I started, aint no telling when Ima finish Its normal, we rigid, they know who to mention They point, they dont ask, cause they know that we did it

You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You  Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I  bought a coupe and baby, Ill hand it over to you Punana come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said  hello Im  restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had  nothin but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her Im her dresser, no bluffin The  white marble dresser with a picture of you Put a hold on my schedule, put a reservation for two Shopping is a pleasure, and I feed your attitude Put you on a pedestal, take a trip to Cancun Trip to Cancun, how about trip a to south of Bali Keep a lil leg room, she can turn a bedroom into Follies Shell probably take a bullet for a nigga, something these bitches wont do I can uno dos you Or I could split up the loot Show me your commitment, Ima do the same for you Told me you gonna ride or die, so I bought a coupe for us two Italy her whole life, bought her everything brand new Diamonds keep me frostbite, Im just tryna keep my cool Tryna keep my cool, that aint easy to do Get high like a skyline, need to give me time to regroup On the pavement so I keep that, now she feel like she in school Teach you game like a tutor, you wont fall in love with a fool You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I bought a coupe and baby, Ill hand it over to you Punana come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said hello Im restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had nothin but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her Im her dresser, no bluffin Aint no want no cappin Ive been onto better things, these niggas so last year Im in the back seat of the Maybach with a soul snatcher I just switched lanes and go slow, they probably still wont catch us Bae I love your accent, and whats your practice? Baby I love your practice, like I love my practice Talkin bout stripper practice, and white wall practice Its just all madness, choppers a desert cactus Range Rover autobiography, aint doin no slakin Aint no more trappin, car too fast need traction Bad lil ten, she nasty Diamonds on fleek, they dancin Woah, Oh You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I bought a coupe and baby, Ill hand it over to you Punana come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said hello Im restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had nothin but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her Im her dresser, no bluffin