eliminated
I want that fire head
Where the fire at?
I got diamonds on my wrist too
I got diamonds I'm so pissed off
Where the fire at?
I put diamonds on her heels, who the fuck buying that
Come around the neck of my woods, where niggas be crying at
Young nigga play his cards, after 10 on Mars
Young nigga count money so much, that I can swerve my cars
I see through all them bad bitches, see them far
One lil' sec she your type and then she on go
Bad lil' bitch move so smooth like a pogo
I'm a buy it, don't check the tag, I'm not lying
Young nigga Goku, I'm not dying
Broke my heart but I'm not crying
Young nigga close his eyes, I'm still flying
Young nigga close his eyes, I'm still flying
Young nigga want to drive fast, new Vette
Young nigga count that money, yeah I did that
Young nigga shoot that real smoke
Hit him till his ribs gone, he gon' feel what pain is
Blue that's in my pocket, my shit painted
Run that shit like Cod eliminated
I'ma swear my car until that lane end
Young nigga can't get caught like a tax evasion
I don't need help counting money, I don't need a agent
All these fake people like sins, fuck up my creation
Young nigga swerving fast, swerving fast
Almost dying, counting money, know I'm flying
Knowing chase, went and got it
Driving real fast, got a pink slip not caring no fucked up bout it
I don't give no fucked about it
Young nigga fucked bout it
Let it get to my head Oh my God, I feel out of my body
Where the fire at?
I got diamonds on my wrist too
I got diamonds I'm so pissed off
Where the fire at?
I put diamonds on her heels, who the fuck buying that
Come around the neck of my woods, where niggas be crying at
Young nigga play his cards, after 10 on Mars
Young nigga count money so much, that I can swerve my cars
I see through all them bad bitches, see them far
One lil' sec she your type and then she on go
Bad lil' bitch move so smooth like a pogo
I'm a buy it, don't check the tag, I'm not lying
Young nigga Goku, I'm not dying
Broke my heart but I'm not crying
Young nigga close his eyes, I'm still flying
Young nigga close his eyes, I'm still flying
Young nigga want to drive fast, new Vette
Young nigga count that money, yeah I did that
Young nigga shoot that real smoke
Hit him till his ribs gone, he gon' feel what pain is
Blue that's in my pocket, my shit painted
Run that shit like Cod eliminated
I'ma swear my car until that lane end
Young nigga can't get caught like a tax evasion
I don't need help counting money, I don't need a agent
All these fake people like sins, fuck up my creation
Young nigga swerving fast, swerving fast
Almost dying, counting money, know I'm flying
Knowing chase, went and got it
Driving real fast, got a pink slip not caring no fucked up bout it
I don't give no fucked about it
Young nigga fucked bout it
Let it get to my head Oh my God, I feel out of my body
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Writer(s): Chase Nichols
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