HIGH STAKES

Busy getting mine, who you fucking with
Time to call it quits, got no argument
Never take an L but i'm servin' 'em
On that high stakes ain't no vegetarian

Don't trip chocolate chip, haters make me hella rich
In the foreign whip, don't forget to gram this shit
See me blowing up, they tryna call it face tune
See you posing hard, I ain't talkin photo shoot
What a predicament, I'm having fun with this
Never feel arrogant, I'm pretty elegant, I'm in my element
My money funny you need to laugh
more, final boss I'm on the last floor
Got a lift with a passcode and a foreign bitch with a Lambo
Brought her friends, hit the max load,
group of thiccies man what an assload
On my monkey shit Camp Lazlo, an appetite bigger than Taz though
Boy stay serving Looney Tunes nothing less
Hit the wave and I'm riding through with finesse
Got it mapped out and I'm on track,
you ain't got the soul that's a life gap
Never find a needle in a haystack, always on my toes gotta clap back
Fuck a chance, that's bad stats, second guessing that's bad maths
Hot like Chipotle what a bad wrap, Everyday French, I'm All That

Busy getting mine, who you fucking with
Time to call it quits, got no argument
Never take an L but i'm servin' 'em
On that high stakes ain't no vegetarian

High stakes baby, I feel Ivy League
I might snap call, no Phil Ivey-ing
I'ma Snapchat, then I'ma slide it in
I do whole duffel bags when I'm buyin' in
Might do a whole duffel bag in Magic City call me Tity Boi
Whole 'nother rack on the beezy? Lemme motorboat
Whole 'nother cheque from the show, let's get litty boy
Whole 'nother track copped a new Balenci overcoat
Spring-summer '19, YELLO shining
Like the sun, no Jack Nicholson but I'ma make you scream
Make some noise, B-grade movie queen,
she like where you been (where you been)
I been on my deen
She say the industry too burnt out I turn her to a pornstar
Might fuck Emilia Clarke in a rental sports car
Who the fuck is Posty, I'm the real rockstar
I been in the back of a hunnid different cop cars

Busy getting mine, who you fucking with
Time to call it quits, got no argument
Never take an L but i'm servin' 'em
On that high stakes ain't no vegetarian



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Writer(s): Alan Moorhouse
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