Karl Malone

Gone have to start separating us
Know the difference between us and them
Playa!
Niggas talk a lot but I done heard enough
If you ain't getting no real money shut the fuck up
The shit we be on I can never post and brag about
Steak houses every other night
I can lobster tail you out
Everything copacetic
Perelis on this big body Jerome Bettis
Cold nigga chrome heart up in chrome sweater
Dismissing bitches they ain't on nothin
I just bust my wrist down yeah it's on sum yeah
Billion dollar nigga feel it in my bones aww yeah
Spent cash on cars prolly shouldn't have
But I coulda did it like 4 times Nigga do the math
Yeah do the math

I just watched a bad bitch fuck herself
Pull up biggest Benz make it park itself
Real nigga bout his bag and his family, health
Nigga get in the way of that, he gone burn in hell
2 bitches on my side yeah parallel
Like I'm jumping off a cliff I be fly as hell
Give a pretty bitch options, pradada? YSL
I'm familiar with the vacuum, Karl Malone through the mail

Lil baby bought her business come along fuck with me
Where we going?
Somewhere playa, stuffing racks Dior jeans
Niggas broke act like hoes, hang with rats, never me
All this ice, money growing, god blessed me, I ain't sneeze
If you really getting chicken put ya mans on it
Some shit ain't really bout no money we just stand on it
Turning down stuck up bitches, say she love me I can't care for her
Tryna pass her to the homies, tryna share more

I just watched a bad bitch fuck herself
Pull up biggest Benz make it park itself
Real nigga bout his bag and his family, health
Nigga get in the way of that, he gone burn in hell
2 bitches on my side yeah parallel
Like I'm jumping off a cliff I be fly as hell
Give a pretty bitch options, pradada? YSL
I'm familiar with the vacuum, Karl Malone through the mail

Smoking jelly cake turning coupes through the hills
Quarterbacked a quarter mill
Did that without a deal
20 thousand last month on bad habits, ain't miss a bill
Shout out to young nigga getting to some money and kept it real
Make sure you got more money saved then what you spent on it
Loose lips sink ships, bitch can't get on it
Scuffin up designer shoes cost rent money
Told lil baby suck me like her rent due
Cash rules everything around me, can't no broke bitch find me
And real recognize real, who is you?
She would do whatever for this vibe, jump through hoops
Taking pictures put ya wrist in the sky, real niggas back in style that's the truth

I just watched a bad bitch fuck herself
Pull up biggest Benz make it park itself
Real nigga bout his bag and his family, health
Nigga get in the way of that, he gone burn in hell
2 bitches on my side yeah parallel
Like I'm jumping off a cliff I be fly as hell
Give a pretty bitch options, pradada? YSL
I'm familiar with the vacuum, Karl Malone through the mail

What you want? what you need?
Send it long gotta get it
What you want? What ya?
Playa for real
Yeah yeah



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Writer(s): Ernest Kingg
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