Verse

Like damn Daniel look at them vans.
Pop a zan while I do a damn dance.
I got Jay's on my feet,
if hip hop was a class I'm gettin A's on the beat.

Yeah, it's me and skate on the beat.
We walk up in the coup throw a thousand a piece.
You ain't know niggas? I got a crib on the beach,
fuck around leave a nigga head in the streets.

Got that, yeah we got that
bag full of weed in a Louis backpack.
Molly for the women 'cause I know they like that
take another one and throw that ass right back.

Throw that ass right back, ain't no telling where we going.
I pull up to show and I get bands for performing.
I pull up with some hoes and they all get it going.
I pull up with some hoes and kick 'em out in the morning.

Jeans stay ripped, diamonds on the wrist,
hunna dolla' tips, now that 'bih know I'm rich.
Money in the matress, money on the shelves.
Shawty fell in love with a hunna dolla Bill.

How you ain't gon' fuck? Bitch I'm me,
I'm the god damn reason you in vip.
CFO bitch it ain't nothing to me
nigga say they getting money but they bluffing to me.

We the new gen, Kyle fucking it up
and if you ain't strapped yet you better buckle it up,
you know my hometown really fuck wit' tough.
I gotta lot of homies tryna make it out of the rough.

Made it out of the rough, while when rockin' the top
and my paraphernalia in my cars a lot [?]
and imma fuck the da lady and I fuckin twat[?]
so o can get a license on this dui.

Jeans stay ripped, diamonds on the wrist,
hunna dolla' tips, now that 'bih know I'm rich.
Money in the matress, money on the shelves.
Shawty fell in love with a hunna dolla Bill.



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Massey, Nathan Maloley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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