Pilin'
Aye man take it from the top man
I want to put the adlibs and the mother fucking chorus
And all that shit you know
Billionaire Banks man I'm on here
Come on Dustin shit
I'ma get on one of these bitches and I'ma freestyle
Thats the feature I want to be on right there
I want to be on that shit
They count me out fuck it
I start counting up
Swift with business
Focused on them digits
They start rounding up
Can't appreciate the win
If you ain't never took a loss
How you charge it to the game
If you ain't never knew the cost
Can you tell the difference between
Something earned and something bought
You acquire season
You gone need it to create that sauce
Candy coated whip hard top
But my bitch is soft
Windows down music up
Light some fye inhale and cough
Couple thousand on my swag
I'm styling
And my niggas got my back
Yeah they wilding
Got a call like where you at
On a island
But you know I'm in my bag
Money piling
Monday through the weekend
All my niggas eating
Balling play some defense
All this ice it's freezing
Why they ain't believing
Told them it's my season
It ain't sauce it's season
Baby it's my season
They be mad you shitting on them
They stay broke you fixing on them
They so sick they kissing Rona
Fuck these hoes ain't kissing on them
You took off went missing on them
Your downfall they wishing on it
All that shit can miss me with it
Fucking with me like playing them numbers
Bitch I am the winning ticket
You play games it's been a minute
If I'm in it I play to win it
Landlord Flow you be the tenant
Shoot shit up and flee attendance
Bitch ass niggas they need attention
Counting this money I need assistance
Blowing this bag and she a witness
Couple thousand on my swag
I'm styling
And my niggas got my back
Yeah they wilding
Got a call like where you at
On a island
But you know I'm in my bag
Money piling
Monday through the weekend
All my niggas eating
Balling play some defense
All this ice it's freezing
Why they ain't believing
Told them it's my season
It ain't sauce it's season
Baby it's my season
Couple thousand on my swag
Yea that nigga styling he styling he styling
He styling
And my niggas got my back
Yeah them boys be wilding they wilding they wilding
They wilding
Got a call like where you at
Somewhere on a island a island a island
A island
But you know I'm in my bag
Yeah this money piling its piling its piling
It's piling
I want to put the adlibs and the mother fucking chorus
And all that shit you know
Billionaire Banks man I'm on here
Come on Dustin shit
I'ma get on one of these bitches and I'ma freestyle
Thats the feature I want to be on right there
I want to be on that shit
They count me out fuck it
I start counting up
Swift with business
Focused on them digits
They start rounding up
Can't appreciate the win
If you ain't never took a loss
How you charge it to the game
If you ain't never knew the cost
Can you tell the difference between
Something earned and something bought
You acquire season
You gone need it to create that sauce
Candy coated whip hard top
But my bitch is soft
Windows down music up
Light some fye inhale and cough
Couple thousand on my swag
I'm styling
And my niggas got my back
Yeah they wilding
Got a call like where you at
On a island
But you know I'm in my bag
Money piling
Monday through the weekend
All my niggas eating
Balling play some defense
All this ice it's freezing
Why they ain't believing
Told them it's my season
It ain't sauce it's season
Baby it's my season
They be mad you shitting on them
They stay broke you fixing on them
They so sick they kissing Rona
Fuck these hoes ain't kissing on them
You took off went missing on them
Your downfall they wishing on it
All that shit can miss me with it
Fucking with me like playing them numbers
Bitch I am the winning ticket
You play games it's been a minute
If I'm in it I play to win it
Landlord Flow you be the tenant
Shoot shit up and flee attendance
Bitch ass niggas they need attention
Counting this money I need assistance
Blowing this bag and she a witness
Couple thousand on my swag
I'm styling
And my niggas got my back
Yeah they wilding
Got a call like where you at
On a island
But you know I'm in my bag
Money piling
Monday through the weekend
All my niggas eating
Balling play some defense
All this ice it's freezing
Why they ain't believing
Told them it's my season
It ain't sauce it's season
Baby it's my season
Couple thousand on my swag
Yea that nigga styling he styling he styling
He styling
And my niggas got my back
Yeah them boys be wilding they wilding they wilding
They wilding
Got a call like where you at
Somewhere on a island a island a island
A island
But you know I'm in my bag
Yeah this money piling its piling its piling
It's piling
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Writer(s): Dustin Slaughter
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