Kaleidoscope
Yeah I was just down so bad
Yeah now I got floor seats nigga
Yeah I'm finna' get in my bag
Yeah I ain't talked shit in a minute
Yeah finna' pop out with yo hoe
Prolly' gon' pop her
Cause she got a figure
Poppin' tags when I walk in the store
And I put it on
Cause I like how it's feeling
Yeah beat up her box like we in a bout
She love the stick inside of my pants
But I don't trust shit it's a stick in my couch
Yeah my bitch so cold turn the heat on
Yeah and my swag new it's not pre owned
Yeah this cup only thing that I lean on
Yeah in New York eating filet mignon
Yeah all that hate just putting me on
Yeah I ain't rockin with these peons
Yeah cost 2k to put the shoes on
Yeah of these shrooms I'm seeing neon
Yeah I'm high as fuck seeing kaleidoscope
I'm fly as fuck they want the clothes I own
They watching from far like a telescope
I don't even go to the stores no more
Momma said why you always leave home
Momma I gotta' go get this dough
My bitch like why you can't answer the phone
Baby I gotta' go get this dough
Yeah been winning since I can remember
Cause it was no way I was ever losing
Yeah my own fam counting me out
Now they asking for blues and I'm looking clueless
Yeah I gotta' wake up get paid
I can't not do no minimum wage
Yeah I'm on a flight today
I can not deal with the interstate
Yeah you know they riding the wave
It's time to show em' who made the wave
Yeah I never had my way
But I'm finna' make this life my way
Yeah yeah I spend don't save
I know this bitch only here for the fame
Body too right and her ass to big
I make her do shit that she never did
Got em' too mad doing things they can't
Always late but on time when to the bank
I'm bouta go take my bae to the Bay
I put in hard work this ain't come from fate
Yeah I was just down so bad
Yeah now I got floor seats nigga
Yeah I'm finna' get in my bag
Yeah I ain't talked shit in a minute
Yeah finna' pop out with yo hoe
Prolly' gon' pop her
Cause she got a figure
Poppin' tags when I walk in the store
And I put it on
Cause I like how it's feeling
Yeah beat up her box like we in a bout
She love the stick inside of my pants
But I don't trust shit it's a stick in my couch
Yeah my bitch so cold turn the heat on
Yeah and my swag new it's not pre owned
Yeah this cup only thing that I lean on
Yeah in New York eating filet mignon
Yeah now I got floor seats nigga
Yeah I'm finna' get in my bag
Yeah I ain't talked shit in a minute
Yeah finna' pop out with yo hoe
Prolly' gon' pop her
Cause she got a figure
Poppin' tags when I walk in the store
And I put it on
Cause I like how it's feeling
Yeah beat up her box like we in a bout
She love the stick inside of my pants
But I don't trust shit it's a stick in my couch
Yeah my bitch so cold turn the heat on
Yeah and my swag new it's not pre owned
Yeah this cup only thing that I lean on
Yeah in New York eating filet mignon
Yeah all that hate just putting me on
Yeah I ain't rockin with these peons
Yeah cost 2k to put the shoes on
Yeah of these shrooms I'm seeing neon
Yeah I'm high as fuck seeing kaleidoscope
I'm fly as fuck they want the clothes I own
They watching from far like a telescope
I don't even go to the stores no more
Momma said why you always leave home
Momma I gotta' go get this dough
My bitch like why you can't answer the phone
Baby I gotta' go get this dough
Yeah been winning since I can remember
Cause it was no way I was ever losing
Yeah my own fam counting me out
Now they asking for blues and I'm looking clueless
Yeah I gotta' wake up get paid
I can't not do no minimum wage
Yeah I'm on a flight today
I can not deal with the interstate
Yeah you know they riding the wave
It's time to show em' who made the wave
Yeah I never had my way
But I'm finna' make this life my way
Yeah yeah I spend don't save
I know this bitch only here for the fame
Body too right and her ass to big
I make her do shit that she never did
Got em' too mad doing things they can't
Always late but on time when to the bank
I'm bouta go take my bae to the Bay
I put in hard work this ain't come from fate
Yeah I was just down so bad
Yeah now I got floor seats nigga
Yeah I'm finna' get in my bag
Yeah I ain't talked shit in a minute
Yeah finna' pop out with yo hoe
Prolly' gon' pop her
Cause she got a figure
Poppin' tags when I walk in the store
And I put it on
Cause I like how it's feeling
Yeah beat up her box like we in a bout
She love the stick inside of my pants
But I don't trust shit it's a stick in my couch
Yeah my bitch so cold turn the heat on
Yeah and my swag new it's not pre owned
Yeah this cup only thing that I lean on
Yeah in New York eating filet mignon
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