OkayOkay!
I looked at my bank account
I can swim in that bitch
Talked to myself in the mirror
Oh you doin that shit
Just left the mall
Bitch I ball
Stuffing bags in that Honda
And don't ask me what I'm smoking
Bitch its gas in this grabba
Ok ok
We want money and bitches
You don't want problems
Ok ok
Bitch I ride for mine
Its death before dishonor
Ok ok
Yea Stunting on these niggas
No double
Ok ok
Run it up on these niggas
No huddle
Ok ok
Tunnel vision
Got focused bout money
Ain't no parting us
Counting all these blue faces
My wrist is still healing up
Bape still smell like Dior
I want Gucci décor
She suck me need a neck brace
I need a house so big I hear the echoes
I don't trust that nigga let 3 go yea
I need a bitch to hold me down like shego
I want me an estate
Pour by the grapes
Chef whip up so stake
Terpenes got me bake
I see spaceships in gwinnett
I'm gone to the moon
I don't care who cut the check
I just need it soon
I want a Maserati not corvette
I'm some Prada playing chess
I haze the rookies imma vet
Guess who got another check
I looked at my bank account
I can swim in that bitch
Talked to myself in the mirror
Oh you doing that shit
Just left the mall
Bitch I ball
Stuffing bags in that Honda
And don't ask me what I'm smoking
Bitch its gas in this grabba
Ok ok
We want money and bitches
You don't want problems
Ok ok
Bitch I ride for mine
Its death before dishonor
Ok ok
Yea Stunting on these niggas
No double
Ok ok
Run it up on these niggas
No huddle
Ok ok
I can swim in that bitch
Talked to myself in the mirror
Oh you doin that shit
Just left the mall
Bitch I ball
Stuffing bags in that Honda
And don't ask me what I'm smoking
Bitch its gas in this grabba
Ok ok
We want money and bitches
You don't want problems
Ok ok
Bitch I ride for mine
Its death before dishonor
Ok ok
Yea Stunting on these niggas
No double
Ok ok
Run it up on these niggas
No huddle
Ok ok
Tunnel vision
Got focused bout money
Ain't no parting us
Counting all these blue faces
My wrist is still healing up
Bape still smell like Dior
I want Gucci décor
She suck me need a neck brace
I need a house so big I hear the echoes
I don't trust that nigga let 3 go yea
I need a bitch to hold me down like shego
I want me an estate
Pour by the grapes
Chef whip up so stake
Terpenes got me bake
I see spaceships in gwinnett
I'm gone to the moon
I don't care who cut the check
I just need it soon
I want a Maserati not corvette
I'm some Prada playing chess
I haze the rookies imma vet
Guess who got another check
I looked at my bank account
I can swim in that bitch
Talked to myself in the mirror
Oh you doing that shit
Just left the mall
Bitch I ball
Stuffing bags in that Honda
And don't ask me what I'm smoking
Bitch its gas in this grabba
Ok ok
We want money and bitches
You don't want problems
Ok ok
Bitch I ride for mine
Its death before dishonor
Ok ok
Yea Stunting on these niggas
No double
Ok ok
Run it up on these niggas
No huddle
Ok ok
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Writer(s): Darius Cohen
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