Up To Par
No tomorrow yeah, no tomorrow
No tomorrow yeah, no tomorrow
No tomorrow yeah, no tomorrow
I'mma grind like no tomorrow
I can't go out sad no sorrow
Pockets swole, Johnny Bravo
I show out, like Apollo
Lead the way your bitch gon follow
I can't cuff, Ferragamo
Ball out like I hit the lotto
Yeah my fashion ain't nothing average
It's up to par
I can't save no hoes, no I ain't Clark Kent
I got bag arrangements I gotta chase it
Oh I'm so amazing
I know I'm so amazing
I know I'm so amazing
I'm about my business need my green like avocado
Pull up on my playa shit that '86 Monte Carlo
Drop the top, she hop in
Might not see her till tomorrow
Getting to that bag I do not mind the extra cargo
Used to be obscene, now I'm really on the scene
Like 3 Stacks I'm fresh so clean
The Rollie plain not Billie Jean
Get them racks by any means
Know I'mma get that cheese
Check the steeez I'm one of one little bitch
I'm not no wanna-be
I'mma grind like no tomorrow
I can't go out sad no sorrow
Pockets swole, Johnny Bravo
I show out, like Apollo
Lead the way your bitch gon follow
I can't cuff, Ferragamo
Ball out like I hit the lotto
Yeah my fashion ain't nothing average
It's up to par
I can't save no hoes, no I ain't Clark Kent
I got bag arrangements I gotta chase it
Oh I'm so amazing
I know I'm so amazing
I know I'm so amazing
No tomorrow yeah, no tomorrow
No tomorrow yeah, no tomorrow
I'mma grind like no tomorrow
I can't go out sad no sorrow
Pockets swole, Johnny Bravo
I show out, like Apollo
Lead the way your bitch gon follow
I can't cuff, Ferragamo
Ball out like I hit the lotto
Yeah my fashion ain't nothing average
It's up to par
I can't save no hoes, no I ain't Clark Kent
I got bag arrangements I gotta chase it
Oh I'm so amazing
I know I'm so amazing
I know I'm so amazing
I'm about my business need my green like avocado
Pull up on my playa shit that '86 Monte Carlo
Drop the top, she hop in
Might not see her till tomorrow
Getting to that bag I do not mind the extra cargo
Used to be obscene, now I'm really on the scene
Like 3 Stacks I'm fresh so clean
The Rollie plain not Billie Jean
Get them racks by any means
Know I'mma get that cheese
Check the steeez I'm one of one little bitch
I'm not no wanna-be
I'mma grind like no tomorrow
I can't go out sad no sorrow
Pockets swole, Johnny Bravo
I show out, like Apollo
Lead the way your bitch gon follow
I can't cuff, Ferragamo
Ball out like I hit the lotto
Yeah my fashion ain't nothing average
It's up to par
I can't save no hoes, no I ain't Clark Kent
I got bag arrangements I gotta chase it
Oh I'm so amazing
I know I'm so amazing
I know I'm so amazing
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Writer(s): Shaun Holt
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