Married To The Game x PaperBoy Casino

My bitch from outta state, my weed from Outer Space
Designer from over seas, I feel like I'm outta place
That Hellcat 60Gs, Wide body it's outta shape
Run off with 60Ps, bet you won't show yo face
My city know Imma star, my bars been up to par
My sauce been high demand, big boogie ain't shaking hands
My mind on a hundred million, you just want a hundred bands
You know that it take a village, so you gotta feed the fam

I can't even cap, I just wanna count a lot
Ever since a kid, I just wanna have a knot
You know I'm the shit, you just wanna have a pot
You know what you did, now I gotta have a shot

Close up, I propose a toast
Cuz I know you gassed em
Gotta burn em both up
Calamari kosher, Moncler coat
They think that I'm Sosa, do it like the Goats

Married to the Game, we got zip locked
Trap phone ring, he want big blocks
Like Lebron James, imma big shot
Lil boy yous a stain

Bitch I think I'm Tony, Sosa
Griselda, Pablo, El Chapo, Big Meech, Nino
Pull up smokin' pre-rolls, big racks on me bitch
They can't fit in my jeans though
Swag all on me, Moncler Cuban links on
Peanut butter Gucci's on my feet
Match the seats on the coupe outside
We might slide in the Jeep, when it's beef time Nigga we might pull up with the ra ra woo Woow
Wrist like bling blow, chain like wooow
Thirty thous on me right now, let's map it out
Thirty exotic bowls in a vacant house, let's trap out
Thirty rounds on his mufucka make him pipe down
I got so many foreign hoes, can make a Chinatown
Count the salad, croutons
How the fuck I'm fuckin rockin' shows, I was just cookin' bomb
I'm still in the trap, you can serve it underarm