On That Note
Back to you
Yeah
I'm rich and high
Ridin' with no skateboard, but this time I can fly
Try to come close to me and you'll see a surprise
Thinking back, on that note, way too young to die
Stand on my money, I'm too high, yeah
Feel like Lil Uzi Vert, money change my height
Never took a Uber, scared that they gon collide
Humble for a fit, yeah, split it off like a pie, uh
I'm still rollin in school
I be flexin with them 20s, and they all twins too
Pull up with the green, yeah it came with a tool
Poet Laureate, all the poems for the school
They rollin with Kel-Tec's, diamonds dancin on the stool
I ain't tryin flex, I'm too busy for the shrooms
And she wanted some sex, she be fuckin with the crew
Bags they come with baguettes, everybody gon drool
Stole your Christmas, I'm the Grinch, you's a fool
Ain't tryna neglect, beat you up in a pool
All these regrets that I recall from my doom
All these secrets that I keep in my tomb, yeah
I'm rich and high
Ridin' with no skateboard, but this time I can fly
Try to come close to me and you'll see a surprise
Thinking back, on that note, way too young to die
Stand on my money, I'm too high, yeah
Feel like Lil Uzi Vert, money change my height
Never took a Uber, scared that they gon collide
Humble for a fit, yeah, split it off like a pie, uh
I'm still rollin in school
I be flexin with them 20s, and they all twins too
Pull up with the green, yeah it came with a tool
Poet Laureate, all the poems for the school
Yeah
I'm rich and high
Ridin' with no skateboard, but this time I can fly
Try to come close to me and you'll see a surprise
Thinking back, on that note, way too young to die
Stand on my money, I'm too high, yeah
Feel like Lil Uzi Vert, money change my height
Never took a Uber, scared that they gon collide
Humble for a fit, yeah, split it off like a pie, uh
I'm still rollin in school
I be flexin with them 20s, and they all twins too
Pull up with the green, yeah it came with a tool
Poet Laureate, all the poems for the school
They rollin with Kel-Tec's, diamonds dancin on the stool
I ain't tryin flex, I'm too busy for the shrooms
And she wanted some sex, she be fuckin with the crew
Bags they come with baguettes, everybody gon drool
Stole your Christmas, I'm the Grinch, you's a fool
Ain't tryna neglect, beat you up in a pool
All these regrets that I recall from my doom
All these secrets that I keep in my tomb, yeah
I'm rich and high
Ridin' with no skateboard, but this time I can fly
Try to come close to me and you'll see a surprise
Thinking back, on that note, way too young to die
Stand on my money, I'm too high, yeah
Feel like Lil Uzi Vert, money change my height
Never took a Uber, scared that they gon collide
Humble for a fit, yeah, split it off like a pie, uh
I'm still rollin in school
I be flexin with them 20s, and they all twins too
Pull up with the green, yeah it came with a tool
Poet Laureate, all the poems for the school
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