Arcadia
In the club you know we diddy boppin
See me in my section and you know I'm milly rockin
The clothes fitted and the boy look a little different
Bad bitches on me and you know I got them sippin ugh
The club swinging back and fourth back and fourth
Like an old school 64 64
My Niggas might take off witcha hoe
The diamonds on my neck frozen ice cold
I see Stanley pulled up with his roof gone
Then the DJ threw on my fuckin theme song
And the hoes, (fuck em), they don't get along
So I hang em by they fuckin thongs
Bouncing side to side so you know I finna flex
Movin' side to side and you know I'm about that check
Got your girl next to me you know I finna hit
Got niggas jealous so you know I'm on my shit
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
I can never be a hooper, always had too many bricks on me
I went and chased the bag and icey out that wrist on me
Them kicks on me, they flick on me
Your wifey and her bitch on me
Innate whatchu doin, you might go down in history
The freshest nigga ever man no one can do it better
Want a picture for the gram, but she the devil I won't let her
Then I seen her all on Twitter, I was flexin' in her header
I'm feelin' like a packer cause I'm all about my cheddar
I got the green babe, we can split it three ways
Me you and your friend, are off the hendrix seen the purple haze
Only VIP we hit the function in KC
Jack boy he from Florida, off the shits he with the glee
I'm ballin' like I'm Dame, when I'm out in OMA
402 is where I stay, wouldn't have it any other way
I have way too many bitches, they all try to take my name
You know wifey, she a red bone and rep me on her chain
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
It's time to ride, time to see who's trying to live this life
Niggas standing outside in a line
I'm scrolling past them like they on my timeline shit nigga
They asking are you from the 6 nigga
I've been that nigga with the plug dog
Shouts out to rich for that plug walk
And shoutout to my nigga C LU
My nigga ain't bang but he with the crew
So now I'm back at it
Like I was a crack addict
So you know it's gone be tragic
When my music turn to a classic
For now imma kill em 3rd degree with no sympathy murder was the case where I got no place to be
So i roll up like a young wiz had to follow the code up you know it's real
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
See me in my section and you know I'm milly rockin
The clothes fitted and the boy look a little different
Bad bitches on me and you know I got them sippin ugh
The club swinging back and fourth back and fourth
Like an old school 64 64
My Niggas might take off witcha hoe
The diamonds on my neck frozen ice cold
I see Stanley pulled up with his roof gone
Then the DJ threw on my fuckin theme song
And the hoes, (fuck em), they don't get along
So I hang em by they fuckin thongs
Bouncing side to side so you know I finna flex
Movin' side to side and you know I'm about that check
Got your girl next to me you know I finna hit
Got niggas jealous so you know I'm on my shit
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
I can never be a hooper, always had too many bricks on me
I went and chased the bag and icey out that wrist on me
Them kicks on me, they flick on me
Your wifey and her bitch on me
Innate whatchu doin, you might go down in history
The freshest nigga ever man no one can do it better
Want a picture for the gram, but she the devil I won't let her
Then I seen her all on Twitter, I was flexin' in her header
I'm feelin' like a packer cause I'm all about my cheddar
I got the green babe, we can split it three ways
Me you and your friend, are off the hendrix seen the purple haze
Only VIP we hit the function in KC
Jack boy he from Florida, off the shits he with the glee
I'm ballin' like I'm Dame, when I'm out in OMA
402 is where I stay, wouldn't have it any other way
I have way too many bitches, they all try to take my name
You know wifey, she a red bone and rep me on her chain
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
It's time to ride, time to see who's trying to live this life
Niggas standing outside in a line
I'm scrolling past them like they on my timeline shit nigga
They asking are you from the 6 nigga
I've been that nigga with the plug dog
Shouts out to rich for that plug walk
And shoutout to my nigga C LU
My nigga ain't bang but he with the crew
So now I'm back at it
Like I was a crack addict
So you know it's gone be tragic
When my music turn to a classic
For now imma kill em 3rd degree with no sympathy murder was the case where I got no place to be
So i roll up like a young wiz had to follow the code up you know it's real
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my money now
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Sampson
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