Slomo
Look up at the sky, what
Look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
My girl, she naked making breakfast at the château
I'm OD, lowkey, bitch, you know me
Y'all said I fell off but I looked down and you below me
Oli sounding like he off the lean again
You won't see him out unless the team with him
In the kitchen cookin', 'bout to turn this shit to chop
Money making motherfucker, bitch, I gets a lot of guap, yeah, I'm ballin'
Lately seein' commas, all I ever do
Big timer, baby, was the flyest 2002
Shout go out to Kate, Stacy, and my mother
Y'all took care of me, Zach, Adam, and AJ like we was brothers
Now it's my turn to provide for my team
Got the whole gang with me, manifested my dreams
Still, it's pussy rapper tryna press me, that ain't nothing new to me
My Apple notes that look some' like your favorite rapper's eulogy
I look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
Look into my ride, and that ass shakin' in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
See me flyin' by, Lamborghini don't go slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
Way we livin' life, had to play it back in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Gots to slow it down, take a look at how you livin'
Hold my homies down, ain't no one around me switchin'
If I'm out in Texas, I won't lie I'm prolly sippin'
Everything on my checklist, gotta just call that fruition
If Oli look like Leo DiCaprio, that made AJ Brad Pitt
That made Trace Robert Downey Jr. and Chryse Johnny Depp
I max the gas in the foreign and I make the whip pirouette
Sippin' Moët, come fuck with the best, swear I'm feelin', feelin', feelin' good
I'm flowing, DPO we pourin', glasses overflowin'
OG rollin', we the ones who chosen, yachts out on the ocean
Way I'm going at these rappers, said they need an Ibuprofen
I'm going at these rappers head, I'm feeling like the Shogun, ay
Bugatti's and Porsche's, pussy rapper corpses
Go on, check the score, bitch, uh
There ain't a crease up on my Forces
Oli smellin' like Chanel and white vanilla orchids
Look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
Look into my ride, and that ass shakin' in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
See me flyin' by, Lamborghini don't go slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
Way we livin' life, had to play it back in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
Look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
My girl, she naked making breakfast at the château
I'm OD, lowkey, bitch, you know me
Y'all said I fell off but I looked down and you below me
Oli sounding like he off the lean again
You won't see him out unless the team with him
In the kitchen cookin', 'bout to turn this shit to chop
Money making motherfucker, bitch, I gets a lot of guap, yeah, I'm ballin'
Lately seein' commas, all I ever do
Big timer, baby, was the flyest 2002
Shout go out to Kate, Stacy, and my mother
Y'all took care of me, Zach, Adam, and AJ like we was brothers
Now it's my turn to provide for my team
Got the whole gang with me, manifested my dreams
Still, it's pussy rapper tryna press me, that ain't nothing new to me
My Apple notes that look some' like your favorite rapper's eulogy
I look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
Look into my ride, and that ass shakin' in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
See me flyin' by, Lamborghini don't go slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
Way we livin' life, had to play it back in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo
Gots to slow it down, take a look at how you livin'
Hold my homies down, ain't no one around me switchin'
If I'm out in Texas, I won't lie I'm prolly sippin'
Everything on my checklist, gotta just call that fruition
If Oli look like Leo DiCaprio, that made AJ Brad Pitt
That made Trace Robert Downey Jr. and Chryse Johnny Depp
I max the gas in the foreign and I make the whip pirouette
Sippin' Moët, come fuck with the best, swear I'm feelin', feelin', feelin' good
I'm flowing, DPO we pourin', glasses overflowin'
OG rollin', we the ones who chosen, yachts out on the ocean
Way I'm going at these rappers, said they need an Ibuprofen
I'm going at these rappers head, I'm feeling like the Shogun, ay
Bugatti's and Porsche's, pussy rapper corpses
Go on, check the score, bitch, uh
There ain't a crease up on my Forces
Oli smellin' like Chanel and white vanilla orchids
Look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
Look into my ride, and that ass shakin' in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
See me flyin' by, Lamborghini don't go slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
Way we livin' life, had to play it back in slow-mo
Slow-mo, slow-mo, yeah
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Writer(s): Alexander Francis Kelly
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