resume
Dwilly make it weird, go
Back in the 'rage, stressed as shit, oh well
I ain't sure which whip to pick
I guess ex mad, I got an X-class whatever, bitch
No gas, hot pink, I ain't even drivin' it right
Hunnid on the dash, pink under glow light
Baby got his bag, so we tied it up tight
Lay the pipe on a freak, wearin' nothin' but Nikes
Nothin' but snake eyes when I roll the dice
Elephants scared of me, bitch, I'm a mice
Made a hundred bands from the crypto, that's a heist
I ain't really do shit, I ain't got advice
Tried to get me for a feat, but they can't afford the price
Price-price, price-price, yeah, that shit went up
Price-price, price-price, price, yeah like, stupid up
Ice-ice, ice-ice, ice, bitch, I'm cold as ice
Swish from a three-point (yeah), boom goes the dynamite (uh-huh)
I make it look easy, call it lemonade (lemonade)
Only count in K's, yeah, that's every day, overpaid
Your entire net worth, made it yesterday (yesterday)
Bitch, check my resume (huh, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt), yeah
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (bih)
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Y'all probably thought I was gonna say some shit there, but nah
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
(How does it feel?)
(Yeah, yeah, how does it feel?)
Uh, ain't gonna miss your fuck shit, ayy
Crib for the mom, I bought it, ayy
Sippin' gin, no tonic, ayy
Ain't no label, ain't no way
Sunday work, no Chick-fil-A
Bicep taxed from liftin' weights
Need that money, Melinda Gates
Only interest-interest rates
Ate a portobello, so she thinks I'm a vegan
She gon' suck my soul out, yeah, I need a resurrection
Addicted to the green, think I need an intervention
Teach a class, guap 101, want a lesson?
Price-price, price-price, price, yeah, that shit went up
Price-price, price-price, price, yeah like, stupid up
Ice-ice, ice-ice, ice, bitch, I'm cold as ice
Swish from a three-point (yeah), boom goes the dynamite (uh-huh)
I make it look easy, call it lemonade (lemonade)
Only count in K's, yeah, that's every day, overpaid
Your entire net worth, made it yesterday (yesterday)
Bitch, check my resume (huh, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt), yeah
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (bih)
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Y'all probably thought I was gonna say some shit there, but nah
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
(How does it feel?)
(Yeah, yeah, how does it feel?)
Back in the 'rage, stressed as shit, oh well
I ain't sure which whip to pick
I guess ex mad, I got an X-class whatever, bitch
No gas, hot pink, I ain't even drivin' it right
Hunnid on the dash, pink under glow light
Baby got his bag, so we tied it up tight
Lay the pipe on a freak, wearin' nothin' but Nikes
Nothin' but snake eyes when I roll the dice
Elephants scared of me, bitch, I'm a mice
Made a hundred bands from the crypto, that's a heist
I ain't really do shit, I ain't got advice
Tried to get me for a feat, but they can't afford the price
Price-price, price-price, yeah, that shit went up
Price-price, price-price, price, yeah like, stupid up
Ice-ice, ice-ice, ice, bitch, I'm cold as ice
Swish from a three-point (yeah), boom goes the dynamite (uh-huh)
I make it look easy, call it lemonade (lemonade)
Only count in K's, yeah, that's every day, overpaid
Your entire net worth, made it yesterday (yesterday)
Bitch, check my resume (huh, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt), yeah
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (bih)
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Y'all probably thought I was gonna say some shit there, but nah
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
(How does it feel?)
(Yeah, yeah, how does it feel?)
Uh, ain't gonna miss your fuck shit, ayy
Crib for the mom, I bought it, ayy
Sippin' gin, no tonic, ayy
Ain't no label, ain't no way
Sunday work, no Chick-fil-A
Bicep taxed from liftin' weights
Need that money, Melinda Gates
Only interest-interest rates
Ate a portobello, so she thinks I'm a vegan
She gon' suck my soul out, yeah, I need a resurrection
Addicted to the green, think I need an intervention
Teach a class, guap 101, want a lesson?
Price-price, price-price, price, yeah, that shit went up
Price-price, price-price, price, yeah like, stupid up
Ice-ice, ice-ice, ice, bitch, I'm cold as ice
Swish from a three-point (yeah), boom goes the dynamite (uh-huh)
I make it look easy, call it lemonade (lemonade)
Only count in K's, yeah, that's every day, overpaid
Your entire net worth, made it yesterday (yesterday)
Bitch, check my resume (huh, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt), yeah
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (bih)
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Y'all probably thought I was gonna say some shit there, but nah
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
(How does it feel?)
(Yeah, yeah, how does it feel?)
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Gumuchian, David Wilson, Jack Rochon
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