Intro

Cashin deposits
I don't want fuck on a hoe she not my bitch
Gotta be careful from bitches with mileage
Please dont get violent
Yak be the stylist
Fitted with limited shit outta islands
If you not with it then leave from the lobby
If my bitch ever leave me I got options
Empty your pockets
All of that nonsense
Please go and drop it
Smoking the strong, got my eyes like the Hobbit
It never keep me from profit
I went from worried to hurried
To shoot like I'm Curry
Now missing ain't never no option
Y'all are my son like adoptions
I just sip up concoctions
Smoother than condoms
LSD readily rid me from toxins
Bitch I'm a star that you see like you boxing
Outta my mind got me feeling like Hopsin
Turned myself up a few notches
Don't think I don't see you plotting
Time in my hand like I'm fanning out watches
I just went phantom with no body watching

Pop up on you like Gustavo
Flew in myself a bad Norwegian model
And she gettin badder, badder by the bottle
Too bad that she ultimately pretty hollow
Type to go get offended over follows
I still let her get it only if she swallow
Next morning we print the ticket saying "Vamos!"
I promise I'm far from average
Im On par to lavish
Currency to me
Is just like march to madness
Hennessy in me
Is just the spark to magic
Its my time to ball
Im in the rec with patek

You better watch it
Quarter gon' blow up
I know I'm about it
If that bitch show up then
That mean she bout it
Sippin on soda
My vision get cloudy
Hop in the Audi
Kevin gon' skirt all the way up in onyx
It aint no stoppin
They keep on askin when quarter gon' drop it



Credits
Writer(s): Z D
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