Bows

So much money in my skinny's my amiris can't fit
I got bands on top of bands I'm feeling rich than a bitch
Pull up foreigns changing whips that new XL cost a brick
And my jeweler hit my line say he got 10 on my wrist
And I'm still on top of shit feel like lebron in the 6
All my bitches taking pics like they ain't swallow my shit
Make they friends come be my friends and then take off with the bitch
Can't do no cuffing or relations got no heart for that shit
You that nigga steady vouching but she still ain't let hit
Buying fits like she legit but coming home to my dick
Got my name on all her streaming made her apple top list
And I'm still the realist nigga that she ever let hit

Couple problems in the way I hold the commas to fix em
Counting deads with all my brothers made my business official
And the rocks that's on my diamonds VVS with the crystal
I held the game like it's a strap and made the target my missile
I got Bols on top of Bols
All my records sold if I was signed I'm going gold
Platinum overload been quarantining making rolls
All the hoes we fold we break em down like storage woes
And let them rock out at the shows
Baguettey shining from a distance
All my shit be glisten VVs spinnin like a fidget
Back end looking fat my bag been slugging like a midget
Price tag on my tickets we done ran up on our digits me and gang back on our business

So much money in my skinny's my amiris can't fit
I got bands on top of bands I'm feeling rich than a bitch
Pull up foreigns changing whips that new XL cost a brick
And my jeweler hit my line say he got 10 on my wrist
And I'm still on top of shit feel like lebron in the 6
All my bitches taking pics like they ain't swallow my shit
Make they friends come be my friends and then take off with the bitch
Can't do no cuffing or relations got no heart for that shit



Credits
Writer(s): Kurt Roberts
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