Six Carat
Like bitch I'm broke, I can only afford Mickie D's
Now wait a minute till I come back, then I'll buy you diamond rings
Right now I'm at the bottom, but soon I'll be the top 3
Sitting back, lounging on these prods, they all wanna be
And those diamonds rings, bitch they'll be fucking heavy
More than 200 milli, they be fucking six carat
Bitch when you with me, all your girls will be fuckin' jealous
Sippin' on that wine, that shit dark, look like claret
Ya'll should be scared of me, cause I'm gonna take your bags worth
All that shit gonna be empty when my shit comes to birth
Ya'll gone look at ya'll's bank and see a state of dearth
Cause I'm rarer than any mineral you can find on earth
And you know I be smoking, cause I'm always so damn busy
Shit, but it be making me lazy, and my vocals so wheezy
Ha, but it's that good shit, so I'll be in lyrics deeply
Take a dab, cause I'm going in completely
I got too much time on my hands, so I write it down, you feel
Turn my thoughts into music, imagination into bills
Made my first dollar, I'm like shit this can totally be real
Let me stand up and sing, cause I need money for a mobile
Maybe after I'll buy a mansion, host party's, give fans a meal
Up in my bedroom like Gatsby, but calling to make music deals
And my music is always gone be hard as fucking steel
Go in with other artists, gonna make for the mass appeal
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Pardon me baby, let me respect you a little more
I got time on my hands, let me go down jungle and explore
Might just pull over and hit until it's all damn worn
Let me get that number baby, it's you who I adore
Wanted to end my life, but now I've found a reason
Wanna look down at the people, and tell them runaways can make it
I've tried everything to make this work, and I'm still fucking bleeding
Going to sleep everyday with nothing on my mind, but my dreaming
But my dreaming, I'm dreaming
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Now wait a minute till I come back, then I'll buy you diamond rings
Right now I'm at the bottom, but soon I'll be the top 3
Sitting back, lounging on these prods, they all wanna be
And those diamonds rings, bitch they'll be fucking heavy
More than 200 milli, they be fucking six carat
Bitch when you with me, all your girls will be fuckin' jealous
Sippin' on that wine, that shit dark, look like claret
Ya'll should be scared of me, cause I'm gonna take your bags worth
All that shit gonna be empty when my shit comes to birth
Ya'll gone look at ya'll's bank and see a state of dearth
Cause I'm rarer than any mineral you can find on earth
And you know I be smoking, cause I'm always so damn busy
Shit, but it be making me lazy, and my vocals so wheezy
Ha, but it's that good shit, so I'll be in lyrics deeply
Take a dab, cause I'm going in completely
I got too much time on my hands, so I write it down, you feel
Turn my thoughts into music, imagination into bills
Made my first dollar, I'm like shit this can totally be real
Let me stand up and sing, cause I need money for a mobile
Maybe after I'll buy a mansion, host party's, give fans a meal
Up in my bedroom like Gatsby, but calling to make music deals
And my music is always gone be hard as fucking steel
Go in with other artists, gonna make for the mass appeal
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Pardon me baby, let me respect you a little more
I got time on my hands, let me go down jungle and explore
Might just pull over and hit until it's all damn worn
Let me get that number baby, it's you who I adore
Wanted to end my life, but now I've found a reason
Wanna look down at the people, and tell them runaways can make it
I've tried everything to make this work, and I'm still fucking bleeding
Going to sleep everyday with nothing on my mind, but my dreaming
But my dreaming, I'm dreaming
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
Big checks, thick bitch, wide flex, do it again
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Writer(s): Couch
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