Floody
Wonka Mix...
Gold on my teeth
On my wrist, a Patek
Girl this a hit
Where the settlement check
Got my hand on success
I ain't done with it yet
I done buttoned my shirt
Like I work at the guess
Girl I'm the bomb
And my team is a weapon
Tick, tick, tick, tick
I could blow any second
Dodging the devil
I'm counting my blessing
My bro sat me down
Told me nigga you destined
They call me Ken
And my new chic a Barbie
She from New York
But this bitch look exotic
Daddy Jamaican
Her momma Italian
She willing throw
If fittna buy it
Cut off beef shit I'm changing my diet
I'm blowing em out
So they might as well chalk it
Clocking 6 figures
Shout out my accountant
A hell of year, and I ain't even poppin
Got 2 degrees
Graduated from Towson
I got a lil money
I need me a rider
I told her marry me
She told me stop it
But she a milf
That kid getting adopted
Go head and keep it
It fell out my pocket
Was always sincere when I told you
I got you
Whipping all black
Like I'm straight outta Gotham
I'm Growing the beard, like I play for the rockets
I want the finest weed
If you got it
I want the piece
With black and yellow diamonds
We in a Bentley, this is not a Honda
I keep you litty, higher than nirvana
I meditate to help me with my karma
Baby I'm straight I came in with ballers
Suit with the snake
Cause I be drippin harder
Shorty my tax return
Look like your fathers, Holla
Love me or Leave me
Bitch, Its now or never
Hope in the drop top coupe
Fit like a sweater
I got off the phone
When she told me I'm toxic
I ain't wanna go, but the money kept calling
I ain't fall off, I was tryin get the fetty
I been on the run
Feel like someone trying get me
Showem'
A million different ways you can get it
Start a lil business
Prolly market it on Reddit
Suit and tie baby
Like I'm boutta run for Senate
Paper same color as a Salad
Welcome to my palace
Stay low key
Take advantage
Ever since a jit
Getting money been a fetish
I was in school
Made a killing on chronic
Pull up on me
Imma pull on your bonnet
She gon suck me off for I fly out Florida
Knew she was a freak
When she told me record it
I been cooking up
See the bubble in the water
Hella big drip like I'm Favio foreign
I done seen a whole lotta shit
In size elevens
Knowing what's to come
I been talking to my psychic
Finishing my list
Before I ever kick the bucket
Number 69, that I finally see her buss it
Buss it, buss it, Woah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Gold on my teeth
On my wrist, a Patek
Girl this a hit
Where the settlement check
Got my hand on success
I ain't done with it yet
I done buttoned my shirt
Like I work at the guess
Girl I'm the bomb
And my team is a weapon
Tick, tick, tick, tick
I could blow any second
Dodging the devil
I'm counting my blessing
My bro sat me down
Told me nigga you destined
They call me Ken
And my new chic a Barbie
She from New York
But this bitch look exotic
Daddy Jamaican
Her momma Italian
She willing throw
If fittna buy it
Cut off beef shit I'm changing my diet
I'm blowing em out
So they might as well chalk it
Clocking 6 figures
Shout out my accountant
A hell of year, and I ain't even poppin
Got 2 degrees
Graduated from Towson
I got a lil money
I need me a rider
I told her marry me
She told me stop it
But she a milf
That kid getting adopted
Go head and keep it
It fell out my pocket
Was always sincere when I told you
I got you
Whipping all black
Like I'm straight outta Gotham
I'm Growing the beard, like I play for the rockets
I want the finest weed
If you got it
I want the piece
With black and yellow diamonds
We in a Bentley, this is not a Honda
I keep you litty, higher than nirvana
I meditate to help me with my karma
Baby I'm straight I came in with ballers
Suit with the snake
Cause I be drippin harder
Shorty my tax return
Look like your fathers, Holla
Love me or Leave me
Bitch, Its now or never
Hope in the drop top coupe
Fit like a sweater
I got off the phone
When she told me I'm toxic
I ain't wanna go, but the money kept calling
I ain't fall off, I was tryin get the fetty
I been on the run
Feel like someone trying get me
Showem'
A million different ways you can get it
Start a lil business
Prolly market it on Reddit
Suit and tie baby
Like I'm boutta run for Senate
Paper same color as a Salad
Welcome to my palace
Stay low key
Take advantage
Ever since a jit
Getting money been a fetish
I was in school
Made a killing on chronic
Pull up on me
Imma pull on your bonnet
She gon suck me off for I fly out Florida
Knew she was a freak
When she told me record it
I been cooking up
See the bubble in the water
Hella big drip like I'm Favio foreign
I done seen a whole lotta shit
In size elevens
Knowing what's to come
I been talking to my psychic
Finishing my list
Before I ever kick the bucket
Number 69, that I finally see her buss it
Buss it, buss it, Woah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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Writer(s): Kenny Grey
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