Bubbly
Sippin' on some bubbly
Drank full of, okay
Stomach full of muddy
Stomach full of muddy
Drinking cause I love it
Sippin' even in public
Fuck on her in public
Head is bussin'
Head, concussion
Mind on money
Ima go get it
I ain't flexing
And I ain't stunting
Mind over matter
But your mind always on nothing
Tell me are you turnt up, are you really lit
I'm telling you don't run up, cause you just might get hit
The light hit all my diamonds, it's looking like they bent
I remember back when I was broke I ain't even have one cent
Don't need no handouts, I just need your head now
Man down, man down
It's a whole lot on my plate I'm getting fed now
Cause I stand out, I'm the man now
I'm the goat, I'm the legend
I'm gone let the world know and they not gone forget it
I'm gonna be on top all you gone see is confetti
And me stacking my lettuce, that mean I'm gone be breaded
Pop shit, I pop shit
Niggas, they just talk shit
They hate that I run it up
Run it back, I'm walking
Jogging, jogging
To the bank I'm balling
Man you know we always ball
Even on offense
Sippin' on some bubbly
Drank full of, okay
Stomach full of muddy
Stomach full of muddy
Drinking cause I love it
Sippin' even in public
Fuck on her in public
Head is bussin'
Head, concussion
Mind on money
Ima go get it
I ain't flexing
And I ain't stunting
Mind over matter
But your mind always on nothing
Drank full of, okay
Stomach full of muddy
Stomach full of muddy
Drinking cause I love it
Sippin' even in public
Fuck on her in public
Head is bussin'
Head, concussion
Mind on money
Ima go get it
I ain't flexing
And I ain't stunting
Mind over matter
But your mind always on nothing
Tell me are you turnt up, are you really lit
I'm telling you don't run up, cause you just might get hit
The light hit all my diamonds, it's looking like they bent
I remember back when I was broke I ain't even have one cent
Don't need no handouts, I just need your head now
Man down, man down
It's a whole lot on my plate I'm getting fed now
Cause I stand out, I'm the man now
I'm the goat, I'm the legend
I'm gone let the world know and they not gone forget it
I'm gonna be on top all you gone see is confetti
And me stacking my lettuce, that mean I'm gone be breaded
Pop shit, I pop shit
Niggas, they just talk shit
They hate that I run it up
Run it back, I'm walking
Jogging, jogging
To the bank I'm balling
Man you know we always ball
Even on offense
Sippin' on some bubbly
Drank full of, okay
Stomach full of muddy
Stomach full of muddy
Drinking cause I love it
Sippin' even in public
Fuck on her in public
Head is bussin'
Head, concussion
Mind on money
Ima go get it
I ain't flexing
And I ain't stunting
Mind over matter
But your mind always on nothing
Credits
Writer(s): John Morehead
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