Fantastic Four

Rock on my body, fantastic four
Rock on my body, fantastic four
Rock on my body, fantastic four
Rock on my body, fantastic four

I got more books than my lawyer
I got more books than employers
Bitches like oh my god, Record Boy act like he forty
Oh lil bitch I'm so sorry
Ain't no more room up in my 'rari
Yeah you can't come into my 'rari
But you should still come to my party
Fucking up all of this money, these bitches in stockings they tryna act naughty
Kicking it like I'm Jet Li in the building, but no I don't know no karate
I was dreaming about Maseratis, I had Tamagotchis I made tsunami
She put hunnids all over her body, she just wanna top me the brain so psychotic
Lemme slow down for a minute
Stand on my money, I'm high as the ceiling
Ice on my body, I'm chilling
These bitches is hoes, these bitches ain't women
Remember I was getting suspended
I ain't pay attention, day dreamed in detention
I speak my mind and they listen
Now I got books learned my lesson
Tried to make a living and I made killing

Rock on my body, fantastic four
Rock on my body, fantastic four
Rock on my body, fantastic four
Rock on my body, fantastic four

Walk in the spot, they know it's me
Walk in Givenchy, they know it's me
I just walked into the back, I don't shop in stores when I go on shopping sprees
That lil bitch said that she talk to me
Now she lying, don't give her your time
I'm too far that bitch ain't even stalking me
Needed a miracle, this shit was critical
I got more bars than federal
All of my water got mineral
I don't rap beef, it get physical
Water diamonds look invisible
VVS's and they visible
Fucked up I can't do the minimum
Talking that shit, we get into em
I do the dash, digital



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Writer(s): Collin Innes
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