MINT
Stack it up, it go to the ceiling
Don't want bands but I need me a million
Need a rack for every bitch that's all around me
Yeah, walk around the lobby with a tommy
Stack it up, it go to the ceiling
Don't want bands but I need me a million
Me and NT walkin, ballin like we leveled up
Yeah, we walkin like we next up
Deaded roses on separate corpses, it's philosophical
Different strokes on the canvas alike, now that's impossible
Caught banging on pots and pans like a little toddler, uh
I'm not gettin nobody pregnant, still like the father, uh
I got babies in different estates, and I'm not talkin babies
I'm talking the ones that get so mad, they may contracted rabies
I'm too slick with it, too slim, you would think that it's shady
Break into insane asylums and turn in, I'm fucking crazy
Entrepenaur, chakras and swords, fighters engorge
Like I was a monster, die in a Porsche
Mercedes Benz, 280 tints, I'm sinking my ships
Fit if I live, fuck if I die, I'm in the mid
Try it again, I'm with my guys, I'm with the clique
I'm not violent but I'll leave the enema split
Devices, seven vices, I'm committed like a wife is
Don't even try shit, I'm doubted very often
Stack it up, it go to the ceiling
Don't want bands but I need me a million
Need a rack for every bitch that's all around me
Yeah, walk around the lobby with a tommy
Stack it up, it go to the ceiling
Don't want bands but I need me a million
Me and NT walkin, ballin like we leveled up
Yeah, we walkin like we next up
(Naturally, you fuck with me?)
Don't want bands but I need me a million
Need a rack for every bitch that's all around me
Yeah, walk around the lobby with a tommy
Stack it up, it go to the ceiling
Don't want bands but I need me a million
Me and NT walkin, ballin like we leveled up
Yeah, we walkin like we next up
Deaded roses on separate corpses, it's philosophical
Different strokes on the canvas alike, now that's impossible
Caught banging on pots and pans like a little toddler, uh
I'm not gettin nobody pregnant, still like the father, uh
I got babies in different estates, and I'm not talkin babies
I'm talking the ones that get so mad, they may contracted rabies
I'm too slick with it, too slim, you would think that it's shady
Break into insane asylums and turn in, I'm fucking crazy
Entrepenaur, chakras and swords, fighters engorge
Like I was a monster, die in a Porsche
Mercedes Benz, 280 tints, I'm sinking my ships
Fit if I live, fuck if I die, I'm in the mid
Try it again, I'm with my guys, I'm with the clique
I'm not violent but I'll leave the enema split
Devices, seven vices, I'm committed like a wife is
Don't even try shit, I'm doubted very often
Stack it up, it go to the ceiling
Don't want bands but I need me a million
Need a rack for every bitch that's all around me
Yeah, walk around the lobby with a tommy
Stack it up, it go to the ceiling
Don't want bands but I need me a million
Me and NT walkin, ballin like we leveled up
Yeah, we walkin like we next up
(Naturally, you fuck with me?)
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Writer(s): Alfonso Trash
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