AUTO PILOT

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Let's go

(M-Marley get on bass)

Wherever I go got to know what's the business
These niggas be plotting so I'm moving militant
Look at my bank account never diminishing
Whatever I started I swear I'm a finish it
Pulled up in a Urus they thought I was renting it
My bitch so bad she be looking so innocent
I spend a bag heard your spending was limited
Pockets run deep money pool you can swim in it
I'm having rank in the game like Lieutenants is
Flight to New York I was eating eggs benedict
Money keep coming like it ain't no end to it
In love with this money I swear I'm so into it
I don't do the back and forth on the internet
Soon as the lo get dropped I'm spinning that
Aim up to par so I don't gotta spin it back
It's a V8 in this car know I'm digging that

Ice on my wrist you can tell that I'm really rich
Ball in Dior I came out with like fifty fits
Spending these racks cause I know they unlimited
How to get rich I can show you the remedy
Three five in a leaf and it's killing me
Keep him from round me I don't like his energy
I keep a glock just in case for my enemies
Presidential on my wrist like I'm Kennedy
Tripled my racks I done made me a trilogy
Different colors like my stones are infinity
Niggas hating so I'm clutching the lemon squeeze
How you fitting all them bands in some skinny jeans
Four pockets full just like I'm baby
East Atlanta zone six that's what made me
Wanna book me for a show gotta pay me
Doing whatever I want got me lazy
Mercedes Benz just for my mom I go crazy
Ran it up I touch a M on a daily
I lost some racks it really didn't phase me
Made my shit back plus some more I'm gravy
I just called Lucky need ice on my wrist
And I just Dolce Gabbanna'd my bitch
You ain't important you ain't make the list
You play with the kid and we sending the blitz
Top floor penthouse I'm at the Ritz
Order room service shrimp with the grits
This how a playa rock Hurricane Chris
They want me to drop say I never miss
No wonder I'm trending I'm always the topic
Too many cars I got so many options
Keep one in the head I don't got to cock it
Just incase one of you niggas get cocky

Wherever I go got to know what's the business
These niggas be plotting so I'm moving militant
Look at my bank account never diminishing
Whatever I started I swear I'm a finish it
Pulled up in a Urus they thought I was renting it
My bitch so bad she be looking so innocent
I spend a bag heard your spending was limited
Pockets run deep money pool you can swim in it
I'm having rank in the game like Lieutenants is
Flight to New York I was eating eggs benedict
Money keep coming like it ain't no end to it
In love with this money I swear I'm so into it
I don't do the back and forth on the internet
Soon as the lo get dropped I'm spinning that
Aim up to par so I don't gotta spin it back
It's a V8 in this



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Manning
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