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Yeah I'm young but I know what I'm doing
They hated on me now they say I'm influenced
Got my foot up on they necks, I ain't stopping
I'm driving down Calabasas; where I'm moving
I need a milli' to show up, my diamonds they hitting they say that I glowed up
Always keep twenty bands all in my pockets, and they barely fit see 'em all start to fold up
I need me a new bag today, gotta' get it out the mud, yeah, faster way
Your bitch on me and she want me to stay, but I'm leaving that bitch in the dust, in her place
Yeah, hit a hoe one time, two time
Can't pay no mind, I ain't give a co-sign
Baby it's showtime, pull up in a Rolls Royce
Shooters on both sides, try to play with me we gon' send that boy offline
I took plenty of Ls and losses
Fore I came up I had to be cautious
Blowing up they put me on the hot list
And I stay with them killers they heartless
Pistol packin' in my bag, its a Goyard
She wanna fuck 'cause my music so hard
But she ain't wanna talk to me when I was nobody
Now it's another bag when Imma show out
They ain't know way to win, but I knew how
Buy me a bigger mansion, it's a new house
Old friends, cut 'em off 'cause I grew out
Get too hot I'm heating up, up, up
So I gotta cool out, yeah
So I gotta cool out, yeah
So I gotta cool out, yeah, yeah, yeah
They had no choice but to see me winning, see me kill it
Ain't see my mom I know it's been a minute
Driving these foreigns but none of 'em rented
I'm sick to my stomach, take me to the clinic
Popping these pills I think Imma regret it
Two hundred racks for a show, gotta get it
Five hundred racks put it inside the Bentley
Fully automatic, no, this not a semi
Shooters watching every move, they been ready
I love this money coming in, and it's steady
Fresh to death I got this lean in my belly
Been stacking this guap, money on me it's fetty
Yeah I'm young but I know what I'm doing
They hated on me now they say I'm influenced
Got my foot up on they necks, I ain't stopping
I'm driving down Calabasas; where I'm moving
I need a milli' to show up, my diamonds they hitting they say that I glowed up
Always keep twenty bands all in my pockets, and they barely fit see 'em all start to fold up
I need me a new bag today, gotta' get it out the mud, yeah, faster way
Your bitch on me and she want me to stay, but I'm leaving that bitch in the dust, in her place
Yeah, hit a hoe one time, two time
Can't pay no mind, I ain't give a co-sign
Baby it's showtime, pull up in a Rolls Royce
Shooters on both sides, try to play with me we gon' send that boy offline
They hated on me now they say I'm influenced
Got my foot up on they necks, I ain't stopping
I'm driving down Calabasas; where I'm moving
I need a milli' to show up, my diamonds they hitting they say that I glowed up
Always keep twenty bands all in my pockets, and they barely fit see 'em all start to fold up
I need me a new bag today, gotta' get it out the mud, yeah, faster way
Your bitch on me and she want me to stay, but I'm leaving that bitch in the dust, in her place
Yeah, hit a hoe one time, two time
Can't pay no mind, I ain't give a co-sign
Baby it's showtime, pull up in a Rolls Royce
Shooters on both sides, try to play with me we gon' send that boy offline
I took plenty of Ls and losses
Fore I came up I had to be cautious
Blowing up they put me on the hot list
And I stay with them killers they heartless
Pistol packin' in my bag, its a Goyard
She wanna fuck 'cause my music so hard
But she ain't wanna talk to me when I was nobody
Now it's another bag when Imma show out
They ain't know way to win, but I knew how
Buy me a bigger mansion, it's a new house
Old friends, cut 'em off 'cause I grew out
Get too hot I'm heating up, up, up
So I gotta cool out, yeah
So I gotta cool out, yeah
So I gotta cool out, yeah, yeah, yeah
They had no choice but to see me winning, see me kill it
Ain't see my mom I know it's been a minute
Driving these foreigns but none of 'em rented
I'm sick to my stomach, take me to the clinic
Popping these pills I think Imma regret it
Two hundred racks for a show, gotta get it
Five hundred racks put it inside the Bentley
Fully automatic, no, this not a semi
Shooters watching every move, they been ready
I love this money coming in, and it's steady
Fresh to death I got this lean in my belly
Been stacking this guap, money on me it's fetty
Yeah I'm young but I know what I'm doing
They hated on me now they say I'm influenced
Got my foot up on they necks, I ain't stopping
I'm driving down Calabasas; where I'm moving
I need a milli' to show up, my diamonds they hitting they say that I glowed up
Always keep twenty bands all in my pockets, and they barely fit see 'em all start to fold up
I need me a new bag today, gotta' get it out the mud, yeah, faster way
Your bitch on me and she want me to stay, but I'm leaving that bitch in the dust, in her place
Yeah, hit a hoe one time, two time
Can't pay no mind, I ain't give a co-sign
Baby it's showtime, pull up in a Rolls Royce
Shooters on both sides, try to play with me we gon' send that boy offline
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Writer(s): Taj Music
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