Ayy

Get the dough and flip it now I'm feeling like a pizza man
Gucci for the drip i stay flyer than peter pan
Ice all on my neck like it came out the freezer man
32 below i think i got way too many fans
I can really go and make a band off of what I'm saying
I can show you what I'm really bout if you think I'm playing

Ayy i don ran it up
I can make a stack and get some more cus it ain't enough
Put em' on a shirt that boy dumb he was talking tough
Can't even see the haters vision tinted from these brand new bufs
12 bullets thrown got me feeling like Andrew Luck
Brand new hitter from Milwaukee
And he shoot for bucks
Got it from the mud but you broke so i guess you stuck
Duffys ain't enough put the stack in a pick up truck

Ayy money come in dozens
Slid at the kickback
Think i shot his cousins
Gotta go on dnd
My phone keep buzzing
Bag be on repeat
Money keep coming
Call that block a track meet
Cuz they keep running

Ayy ballin' is a habit
Getting money and you broke
We not the same bracket
I can make a check everyday it feel like practice
Macho man like randy but you know that u not savage
I could never trip about a loss
Cus they just average
Puttin numbers on these songs
You can check the average
Ion even check when i shop i just start grabbing

Ayy ion know what ta pick
Black hat Black shoes Match wit the stick
Got my foot on the gas
Turbo on the whip
If ion wake up make a bag imma throw a fit
Take a trip to the a
Sleeping at the ritz
Gotta shooter in the west think his name smith

I'm aper chasing
Opp lacing
Speed racing
Masked up no Jason
Opps hating
Mans faking
Breath taking
Bread braking
Makin plays nick saban
Not saving
Gotta vision that's raven
Not playing
Not aiming
Jus spraying
Start praying
Checks paying
Stack laying 2.4. kobe fading
Watchu saying
Supa saying
I'm insane
Track slaying
I'm insane
I go insane



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Writer(s): Demarius Bruton
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