Might Od

(Okay Mr. burns)
We ain't talking money I don't chit chat (chit chat)
Talking cash app you better send that
I've been in the hills where it's trill at
I'm a throw a party, long as there ain't no riff raff though
Hit them one time then it's tic-tac-toe
And I ain't here only fan baby get that dough
When we met, she told me all about her plans
Now every time I hit her up, she got the bands
Look, I done did the frames, Cartier yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm turnt up all the way, yeah,yeah, yeah
I'm a go to France on a plane, yeah, yeah, yeah
I be getting bans all day, oh yeah
I be going ape dressed up in my Bape
I be flooded out with ice don't skate
Crib full of porn stars just don't tape
And your name like a broken scale hold no weight
And I'll be running up the money bag I just don't chase
I'll be wearing all my clothing like it's still 08
And it's a real cold world but it still rotate
Why I'm pushing out the Lam all gas no brakes
Only thing on my mind is to get these racks
Why you talking on my phone like you shit, ain't tapped
I ain't tryna do the same things I did way back
And trust me baby, this ain't that (lets go)
We ain't talking money I don't chit chat (chit chat)
Talking cash app you better send that
I've been in the hills where it's trill at
I'm a throw a party, long as there ain't no riff raff though
Hit them one time then it's tic-tac-toe
And I ain't here only fan baby get that dough
When we met, she told me all about her plans
Now every time I hit her up, she got the bands
Look I'm a put the fire on the butane yeah
You gonna feel the flame like it's Liu Kang yeah
Green Balenciaga be my shoe game
They ain't fucking with me when it comes to a few things (swag)
Driving in the foreign like a Bruce Wayne yeah
Party in the hills, don't care about who came (fuck)
Bunch of lucky charms in my new chain
Surfing in Hawaii I was looking for a new wave (wave)
Still I got a deal with the problems at home
And I remember days when I didn't have a phone
And couldn't get a investors so we bought mad dope
They ain't dealing for the game they don't want that smoke
Everybody yapping what they all had done
Everybody paid till the tax man come
Say you coming back, but what you coming back from
Tryna take shots with a lil cap gun
We ain't talking money I don't chit chat (chit chat)
Talking cash app you better send that
I've been in the hills where it's trill at
I'm a throw a party, long as there ain't no riff raff no
Hit them one time then it's tic-tac-toe
And I ain't here only fan baby get that dough
When we met, she told me all about her plans
Now every time I hit her up, she got the bands



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Writer(s): Mats Andersson
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