Gldp
Gucci
Louis
Dior
Prada
I just want a lot of
I don't know why my name
Always brought up
They must want some problems
Riding presidential
Like Obama
We got plenty choppas
My bitch eat me up like Benihanas
She do what I wanna
Yea
Word to my mama I always been real I couldn't switch on a nigga even if I tried
You can't come round if you didn't earn a stripe, you be telling on niggas, we cant even Vibe
Shit Call of Duty how we got them sticks in Atlanta I swear you won't play with them guys
Thousands all on me, this shit keep on adding
These skinny jeans, they can't even fit in this kind
Yup
If I ever had money, I aint have to steal it
I knew if I hustled, nigga I could get it
You won't see me flex if its less than a fifty
OG Fazos on my feet with the Dickies, I don't need designer
She still trying to lick me
Might fly to Cali to get super trippy
I'm straight off the Gas, all these percs got me dizzy
When Brodie had said im the one
I knew that nigga wasn't wrong
Countless hours in the stu, I still feel I aint done
Feel I got so much to show
Smart and careful how im moving, im keeping my gun
Swear to God you never know
Fuck it, they aint bout to stop how im living my life
I'm finna get stupid lit and I promise im only going to sleep in the
Gucci
Louis
Dior
Prada
I just want a lot of
I don't know why my name
Always brought up
They must want some problems
Riding presidential
Like Obama
We got plenty choppas
My bitch eat me up like Benihanas
She do what I wanna
Louis
Dior
Prada
I just want a lot of
I don't know why my name
Always brought up
They must want some problems
Riding presidential
Like Obama
We got plenty choppas
My bitch eat me up like Benihanas
She do what I wanna
Yea
Word to my mama I always been real I couldn't switch on a nigga even if I tried
You can't come round if you didn't earn a stripe, you be telling on niggas, we cant even Vibe
Shit Call of Duty how we got them sticks in Atlanta I swear you won't play with them guys
Thousands all on me, this shit keep on adding
These skinny jeans, they can't even fit in this kind
Yup
If I ever had money, I aint have to steal it
I knew if I hustled, nigga I could get it
You won't see me flex if its less than a fifty
OG Fazos on my feet with the Dickies, I don't need designer
She still trying to lick me
Might fly to Cali to get super trippy
I'm straight off the Gas, all these percs got me dizzy
When Brodie had said im the one
I knew that nigga wasn't wrong
Countless hours in the stu, I still feel I aint done
Feel I got so much to show
Smart and careful how im moving, im keeping my gun
Swear to God you never know
Fuck it, they aint bout to stop how im living my life
I'm finna get stupid lit and I promise im only going to sleep in the
Gucci
Louis
Dior
Prada
I just want a lot of
I don't know why my name
Always brought up
They must want some problems
Riding presidential
Like Obama
We got plenty choppas
My bitch eat me up like Benihanas
She do what I wanna
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Writer(s): Kijan Boone
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