Lyrics
Yeah, bitch, I got high stakes, no room Yeah, shut up bitch, go grab a broom
Yeah, yeah, it's the money that my ass consume
Yeah, smoke up my blunt, It feel like a shroom Yeah, takin' that shit finna cut him
You not my twizz or my cudi Yeah, Balenciaga Margiela
You aint got shit on my belly, yeah Don't give a fuck what you tell' em
Got this za and I sell them, yeah flow is unmatched, just like my diamond
Bitches be flat like a fuckin' island Yeah, RPG finna blow him in pieces
Yeah, watchin' the money, it grow like it increases
Yeah, throw him away, call that shit Reese's Yeah, buying the beat, I'm buying the leases
Yeah, she done blow dick like a fuckin' kazoo I get the money, that's taller than you
Count the money, you better count through They like, damn, Drippy, that's you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, oh yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, oh yeah, yeah
All these bitches coming up my crib, I tell them no way
Knockin' at my fuckin' door, lil' bitch, I tell them go away
Drippy told me to spaz, so I'ma have to flow away
They say this my best work, nah, this a throwaway
Couldn't get on the wave, said, get to the next one
I let y'all copy cats, you gon' be my next, so
I got too many hits, you just gotta catch one
Evan Cobos, Kohl Bosworth
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