Rebirth Island

I'm kind of irritated I just spent ten thousand
Gettin' money ain't hard you boys make it a problem
Talkin' bout he a stepper probably on rebirth island
Yeah we both got chains
But these two different kind of diamonds
I'll never go broke I fell in love with the racks
Boy mad at the world 'cause he nutted in a rat
Man I ball in real life don't give a fuck about no stats
I just counted thirty thousand got me feeling like I'm Steph
I'm in the strip club standing on the table throwing dubs
Real east side nigga for a bitch don't got no love
Let a nigga meet the drac before I let him meet the plug
I don't even got kids boy stop actin' like my son
Rich young nigga hoes fuckin' off the name
Bitch I ain't see yo text I was hoppin' off a plane
It was hot in the city so I went and bought a chain
Niggas be clout mamas do whatever for the fame

You be makin' hoes mad in they dm tryin' to force shit
Probably never get no money cause you busy tryin' to horse shit
I ain't never asked a bitch for no money that's some poor shit
I wonder is my dog human cause he torch shit
I'm BOM 266 don't get it mixed up
And Golden Sun did the chain but nigga RIP Hutch
You be fuckin' on her I'll never let that bitch fuck
Niggas keep on askin' me bout dog they heard he switched up
Bitch don't ask me 'bout no nigga you don't see around
How the fuck you speakin' on the gang and you don't be around
Bitches know it's money in the room when they see me around
Think my brotha' hang with slime and them he keep a P around
Yeah I'm back on all that
I ain't gotta do it I'll pay to get yo' dog wacked
You aint never lost yo' dog shit and got it all back
Hear him talkin' money in them songs I know it's all cap

I be ballin' every summer like im in the league
I guess that nigga got a gap cause he scared of cheese
Might as well lay in the grass pockets full of green
Bitch I feel like Dame Lillard never switchin' teams
I just got another blick probably a never scrap
My home boys step on shit like they in a frat
Damn near got to work out my pockets gettin' fat
Hell naw we can't fuck bitch you a rat

I don't wanna fuck bitch you can tell me where the bread at
Pay a couple dollars find out where you lay yo head at
Fuckin' 'round with Que a get a pussy nigga head cracked
He ain't lining niggas up but he'll push a nigga head back
Smokin' out yo bag you must like fuckin' up the profit
I know niggas gettin' paid down in Houston like the Rockets
Everybody know you cappin' in them songs you better stop it
You ain't got yo' own pape you worried 'bout other niggas pockets