Accordion

Smiles back up in this bitch
Im bout to win a grammy
Bout to win enough
To feed my motherfucking family
I might buy Margiela
For my momma and my granny
Buy a gold umbrella
Make it rain a ton of pennies
I just bought a pound of green
Im bout to make it work
I know that she down with me
So we dont even flirt
See me with the kind of girls you never bring to church
Always got a pound of pearls they popping in they purse
I might go and tour around the world up in a hatchback
She onboard she always rocking shorts thats showing ass crack
You can see me chopping tons of beats like, where my axe at?
I know youve been fiending for these feats like yous a crack head

Raise up
Never going back rupt, nigga
Stay Blunted
While Im drinking aged rum
Never keep her face up
Focused on my paystub
I know you more H M
I be out here A1

All I talk about is dollars
You know I know I need it
I'll have her unwinding all on my Tempur-Pedic
Ill is always best up in this bitch, best believe it
Best to never step up in this bitch, you'll be leaving
Smiles back up in this bitch, I roll in candy paint
I be hitting licks like 50 cent's gorilla days
I just put a mark up on your head now you be Ang
Type thats getting darker on a bitch like Fifty Shades
I just keep a eighth, I just keep the dank
Don't make no mistake I know im the greatest
I dont fuck with girls that got no brain like Trisha Paytus
Grew up in the forest with the witches and the pagans
You got hard luck
Got my racks up
My bars up
Leaving you star struck
When you be seeing a nigga in star bucks
We could be all love
But I be seeing these niggas all talk tough
Wanna be hard ones
Wanting a feature, no money to cough up

Raise up
Never going back rupt, nigga
Stay Blunted
While Im drinking aged rum
Never keep her face up
Focused on my paystub
I know you more H M
I be out here A1



Credits
Writer(s): Ismail Davis
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