1017ALYX9SM
Ay, ay
Paris Michael if you asking, got ALYX all on my jacket, ay
Who the fuck you talking to? Don't let me catch you lacking, ay
Baby in Chanel, ran my card up like a race
Nigga, please fuck out my face
I said please fuck out my face
I been moving, flipping, fucking working since I was a youngin
I was sleeping on the floor, 'cause I knew this shit was coming
Promise Teslas to my cousins, park that bitch right in the Hunnids'
They like "Whoo, how the fuck? Do this nigga think he run it?" (yuh)
Bad at math but I can count this money
Or I'll have your girl count this for me
I done heard yo' man got jokes
Calm down bitch, ain't shit funny
Pink tags on all my pants
Pink nails on both my hands
White pearls, my shit don't dance
Matter fact, quick, flip this for me
Oh shit, all black
A-L, Y-X
Throwbacks, Pyrex
Got 23's on my back
A nuisance, outcast
RiRi on my eyelash
Rockstar my typecast (ay, ay)
We know your girlfriend like that
Paris Michael if you asking, got ALYX all on my jacket, ay
Who the fuck you talking to? Don't let me catch you lacking, ay
Baby in Chanel, ran my card up like a race
Nigga, please fuck out my face
I said please fuck out my face
If I make another band, 'nother stack, I'm out the way
Push a 'Bach without a roof, with a girl without a waist
If you got some shit to say, you can keep that in your space
Nigga, please fuck out my face
I said please fuck out my face
Don't put your feet on this ground, and fuck up out my space
Peep my necklace, how that shit drown, my collarbone a lake
And we run this shit like Chris Brown, or Yeezy up in this town, or-
Fuck, goddamn
Ay, Jay how that shit sound?
My new shit feel like eight rounds, my wallet weigh like eight pounds
My girl like Lisa Bonet, new whip start like it hate sound
My telly hit like Noname, no cap like I hate nouns
And Felly with the propane, I swear his whole estate loud
I don't mean to brag, but man I just got all my money up
Heard you fucking talking shit but never really running up
Know you see them hands, ho, and choppa make you dance
Foenem slide in, look like Rambo, so stop with all the cutting up
Keep shit in my pockets, I never wanna go broke
And my baby got my wallet, bought everything in the store
Give a fuck 'bout being modest, I dropped up out of college
And doubled all my profits
Bitch see me in my office!
Paris Michael if you asking, got ALYX all on my jacket, ay
Who the fuck you talking to? Don't let me catch you lacking, ay
Baby in Chanel, ran my card up like a race
Nigga, please fuck out my face
I said please fuck out my face
If I make another band, 'nother stack, I'm out the way
Push a 'Bach without a roof, with a girl without a waist
If you got some shit to say, you can keep that in your space
Nigga, please fuck out my face
I said please fuck out my face
Paris Michael if you asking, got ALYX all on my jacket, ay
Who the fuck you talking to? Don't let me catch you lacking, ay
Baby in Chanel, ran my card up like a race
Nigga, please fuck out my face
I said please fuck out my face
I been moving, flipping, fucking working since I was a youngin
I was sleeping on the floor, 'cause I knew this shit was coming
Promise Teslas to my cousins, park that bitch right in the Hunnids'
They like "Whoo, how the fuck? Do this nigga think he run it?" (yuh)
Bad at math but I can count this money
Or I'll have your girl count this for me
I done heard yo' man got jokes
Calm down bitch, ain't shit funny
Pink tags on all my pants
Pink nails on both my hands
White pearls, my shit don't dance
Matter fact, quick, flip this for me
Oh shit, all black
A-L, Y-X
Throwbacks, Pyrex
Got 23's on my back
A nuisance, outcast
RiRi on my eyelash
Rockstar my typecast (ay, ay)
We know your girlfriend like that
Paris Michael if you asking, got ALYX all on my jacket, ay
Who the fuck you talking to? Don't let me catch you lacking, ay
Baby in Chanel, ran my card up like a race
Nigga, please fuck out my face
I said please fuck out my face
If I make another band, 'nother stack, I'm out the way
Push a 'Bach without a roof, with a girl without a waist
If you got some shit to say, you can keep that in your space
Nigga, please fuck out my face
I said please fuck out my face
Don't put your feet on this ground, and fuck up out my space
Peep my necklace, how that shit drown, my collarbone a lake
And we run this shit like Chris Brown, or Yeezy up in this town, or-
Fuck, goddamn
Ay, Jay how that shit sound?
My new shit feel like eight rounds, my wallet weigh like eight pounds
My girl like Lisa Bonet, new whip start like it hate sound
My telly hit like Noname, no cap like I hate nouns
And Felly with the propane, I swear his whole estate loud
I don't mean to brag, but man I just got all my money up
Heard you fucking talking shit but never really running up
Know you see them hands, ho, and choppa make you dance
Foenem slide in, look like Rambo, so stop with all the cutting up
Keep shit in my pockets, I never wanna go broke
And my baby got my wallet, bought everything in the store
Give a fuck 'bout being modest, I dropped up out of college
And doubled all my profits
Bitch see me in my office!
Paris Michael if you asking, got ALYX all on my jacket, ay
Who the fuck you talking to? Don't let me catch you lacking, ay
Baby in Chanel, ran my card up like a race
Nigga, please fuck out my face
I said please fuck out my face
If I make another band, 'nother stack, I'm out the way
Push a 'Bach without a roof, with a girl without a waist
If you got some shit to say, you can keep that in your space
Nigga, please fuck out my face
I said please fuck out my face
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