Raf Simons cost me five slips (Uh-huh)
That Goyard bag another five strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga, that’s my shit
Would’ve pushed Rico’s shit back, I am not Mitch (That’s fourteen bricks right there)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Gettin’ money, why these niggas gettin’ mad?
Jump off the plane with a couple of M’s in the bag (Loaded)
If anybody play with me, it’s numbers on they head
We ain’t gon’ talk about it though, that’s the end of that (Ah)
Trappin’, I’m still into that, address, I can send you that
So if my label drop me, I can still look like I rap
Know a couple of niggas livin’ like they got platinum plaques (Uh-huh)
All they doing is catchin’ bags, sendin’ out and sittin’ back (Uh-huh)
Rose presi’ on my wrist, I can afford that (That ain’t shit)
Back in the day I couldn’t even look toward that
When I was broke, I couldn’t even look toward the bitch
Now she suck my dick and don’t say shit when I record the bitch (Catch that)
Been on the indictment list, tryna see the Forbes list
Went from playin’ with joysticks to out in traffic blowin’ sticks (Brrah)
When your fans gets your name tatted, then you know you lit (Ayy)
Stank from my cologne, I’ma fuck her if she snort the drip (Uh-huh)
Promise my brother I’ma stack and get this paper right
But I’m spendin’ 60K a month just on everyday life
When you that bag, everybody wanna borrow it
Problems they got, they gon’ call you like you ’caused ’em (Brr)
Fall up in the club, I can rain ’til it’s mornin’ (Rain ’til it’s mornin’)
Startin’ every game ’cause at practice I’ve been ballin’ (Swish)
Heard a couple niggas wanna put me on my shit (What?)
Tell ’em pull up with them sticks and let ’em hit, you better not miss, bitch (Bitch, brr)
I know some Crips, know some Tree Tops (Know some Tree Tops)
Name good, I ain’t never sold no rerock (Never sold no rerock)
All these colors in my chain like a peacock (Like a peacock)
I’ll let that .40 slam ’til it de-cock (Bop, bop, bop, baow)
Ridin’ through my old hood with some new money (New money)
Blue money, they that mad? Tell ’em do somethin’ (Come do somethin’, nigga)
Got three tennis chains and like two presis (And like two presis)
Three choppers, four Glocks, this shit too heavy (Shit’ll get too messy)
Key to the pad, key to the Rolls, key to the bag (Key to the bag)
I got the key to the streets, don’t get a key put on your ass (Put on your ass)
When I do that, you know them niggas gon’ knock you in half (Roo, roo)
Heavy cash load, got my back broke
Bitches on the East and on the West Coast (On the West Coast)
Sent me pics and videos, you can’t get my passcode (Can’t get my passcode)
Ten up in the motor, got the hood broke (Got the hood broke)
Bitch, don’t get your head painted, you gon’ look like Lil Boat (Painted red)
Ridin’ through Atlanta with my nigga Lil Boat (
Lil Boat
)
Niggas trailin’ us and you know what they good for (Grrah)
‘Bout to fly to Cali and look for that good dope (That good dope)
If you ’bout that life, then what you lookin’ shook for? (What you lookin’ scared for?)
Told my lil’ bro I had to chase Ms (Chase Ms)
.40 on me, all big face bills (Uh, uh)
In the back of the Mulsanne, lettin’ the space build
If the police flip me with this Glock, I’ma face ten (Skrrt)
I ain’t supposed to be the shooter, I’m on top
But I’ll still let it spark like it’s four days into July
I be been runnin’ red light in my city, I know it’s hot
I’d rather take the ticket, niggas want my top, it’s so many opps
I know some Crips, know some Tree Tops (Know some Tree Tops)
Name good, I ain’t never sold no rerock (Never sold no rerock)
All these colors in my chain like a peacock (Like a peacock)
I’ll let that .40 slam ’til it de-cock (Blaow, blaow)
Know some BDs, I know some gangsters (I know some gangsters)
Get out of line and they’ll spank ya (And they’ll spank ya)
Know some Pirus, know some HeadBangers (Bang, gang)
Know some Sex Money Murda niggas that’ll paint ya (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
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