Phew, ayy, phew, ayy
Watch how they flock to the kid, yeah, uh, ayy
Pill pop, nauseous again, yeah, wha'? Ayy
Mama said I was born to win, yeah, ayy
Okay cool bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Okay cool bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Secure the bag, yeah, I'll go get it then, yeah, ayy
On yo' ass, yeah, pull up with the tints, yeah, uh, fuck nigga don't tempt me
Make 'em take off like a ten speed, big ol' gun in the Fendi
Hands up, uh, this is a stick up, uh, look up, my car like a spaceship
Smokin' cookie buy that by the cases, this Dior on my feet ain't no K-Swiss
My lil' niggas are demons in training, shoot a fuck nigga in the head
Headshots, headshots, no legs, uh, I just want some head, uh
Burberry on the bed (Ya dig?), It cost to live how I live, uh
I'm tryna roll off a mid, have your little bitch swallow my kids
Off the molly feel like Lil' Bill, lord knows I love my pills
Lord knows I love my thrills, and clothes, I got kicks like im FIFA, uh
Cracking cards and ho's, a bad bitch on a visa, uh
Ain't no boxing, ho, got my hand on my heater
Big ass choppa knockin', uh, bullet hole in your noggin, uh, fuck ass nigga stop floggin, uh
You know you don't got it, you know you don't got it, you know that you niggas don't got it
And if I don't got it I'm finna go get it and flip that shit just for some profit, yeah
Just for some profit, anything for the dollars, yeah, even shooting your father
Woah-oh, let these fuck niggas know
Uh, oh-ooh, I'm down to go, I'm on go, I'm on go
Phew, uh, damn (Damn), sippin' fours got me slow, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Fuck your ho after my show, yeah (Yeah), she in love with the G-L-O, glo, huh, glo, huh (G-L-O, glo, glo)
Taking a downer (Okay), fucking yo' bitch I'ma drown her (Okay)
I get the money profound (Okay), count it up, count it up, bounce it (Count it up, ayy)
Throw it on her ass she bounce it (Bounce it, ayy), put it on the counter she count it (Count it, ayy-ayy)
I think I need me an accountant (Accountant, ayy), I'm havin' rich nigga problems
We got your business surrounded, huh, ayy (Ayy)
I'm in the club with a .40 I told you I don't need a bouncer, uh, ayy (Don't need a bouncer, ayy-ayy-ayy)
Fuckin' that bitch from the back through the zipper ain't take off my trousers, yeah, ayy (take off my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Off of a Percocet thirty and ten I can fuck for an hour-hour-hour-hour-hours (24-24-24 hours)
This world is ours, you just livin' in it (You just livin' in it)
I been had the drip, you niggas just getting to get it (Nigga you just got it)
Phew, I get it get it, Jesse White I'm finna flip it, flip it (Yeah)
I fuck that bitch in a minute-minute (Skrrt, phew, uh), I fuck that bitch for a minute-minute (Ya' dig?)
Watch how they flock to the kid, yeah, uh, ayy
Pill pop, nauseous again, yeah, wha'? Ayy
Mama said I was born to win, yeah, ayy
Okay cool bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Okay cool bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Secure the bag, yeah, I'll go get it then, yeah, ayy
On yo' ass, yeah, pull up with the tints, yeah, uh, fuck nigga don't tempt me
Make 'em take off like a ten speed, big ol' gun in the Fendi
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