Blow me a check, get up, get me another one Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose Don't wear designer, I still make the news Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong Fucked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind
Put on AP, and I wear by the two Gossipin' bitch, she can't hold in the truth I hit 'em both from the back, by the two I flew the bitch on a jet, wit' her crew I let 'em vacation, while cases I'm facin' I live like barbarian, my life is amazin' Made and broke bread wit' my nigga, I cut off the traces Pay the [] , fight the system, no odds in the case, and I go Identify me wit' murder detectives These silly lil niggas, my bank account bigger Wit' the slime I was steppin, I shoot out the Chevy I be fresh as the fuck, wit' my cup full of medi' Tell 'em, "Put up twenty million", I'm on it, I'm wit' it Just say, and I'll be on the way Bitch think I'ma fall for her, just cause of her waist Play the wrong way, throw the drink at her face (Ho, woah)
Blow me a check, get up, get me another one Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose Don't wear designer, I still make the news Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong Fucked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind
She don't want me, and I changed her perspective I think my neighbor linked up wit' detectives You know these niggas ain't shit, so be careful Know that your friend let me fuck if I test her Get in it, hit it, then blow out the fender Your ho, she got that good brain like professor Got her on drank, now she barely can think For to shake back, she think she can take [?] Don't stop it, I keep it goin' for the better Skeleton AP, I think that I'm Rich the Kid Fuck on Nene and I think 'bout relapsin' Your highness, you know I'm controllin' the castle Count it up backwards, you know that I'm a factor Fucked her so hard, 'til she start havin' 'tractions Straight out her top, start poppin' them capsules Bought you the watch, cause this bitch here a master
Blow me a check, get up, get me another one Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose Don't wear designer, I still make the news Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong Fucked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind
Big coupe, ridin' and you know them choppas in it too Tell them niggas that they better chill wit' that rara Voice deep when I speak, coated throat off the lean Clear the scene, let it sing, Skully he gon' pop out Flrrt, in it, let it hit it 'til you fall out Goyard phone case for my son Pretty lil bitch and she look like Milan I give her fightin's in the back when she front
Top, big coupe, ridin' and you know them choppas in it too Tell them niggas that they better chill wit' that rara Better chill wit' that rara You know these niggas dyin' Pretty lil bitch and she look like Milan I give her fightin's in the back when she front They know that I'm takin' it to another level Can't quit it, keep goin', just for the better Ain't quittin', I'm goin, just for the better Three hundred thousand dollar Skeleton, plain Pretty lil bitch and she look like Milan I give her fightin's in the back when she front Tell her to wipe it
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Compositores: Jackson Paul Lomastro (BMI), Jason Michael Goldberg (ASCAP), Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (PRS), Michael James Jr Washington (Mikewavvs) (BMI), Tahj Morgan (ASCAP), Wallis LaneEditores: Artist Publishing Global, Big Thirty Eight Music, Jjasong Publishing West (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #39081169 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM