Addy Flow
Gon' stack up tomorrow and today
Got this Ferragamo on my waist
Got 3 different bottles of this drank
Full throttle i'm on the interstate
I got some commas on the way
Used to eat Mcdonalds every day
Now got shrimp and lobster on my plate
My plug, he just texted he on the way
I ain't get bread today, that's not okay
Only wanna hear these money conversations
Perc and xan, the perfect combination
Pop this perc in the morn, i ain't even ate
I'm off of the weed, i'm stephen a
Watch my money go up when i leave the bank
You watching yo money depreciate
Run this shit up 'til my legs fall off
In high school, used to sell 'em bars
Pack so loud like a XLR
Bitch my pockets on extra large
Had crumbs but now my money long
Mama like where is this guap this coming from
Burn this check like i l left the oven on
Proving my teachers so fucking wrong
My body Bape, in my Prada shades, foreign drank, i just bought a case
Want it on her chest, want it on her face
I'm fucking her raw, she want a taste
Want blue faces, i'm on the chase
Off too many drugs i might die today
Vicodin, perc help me fight the pain
I need these racks, need 'em right away
Bans keep calling for me
Xan keep calling for me
Bitch, i want all of the cheese
I got these knots in my jeans
2 phones i ain't talking to you
You broke, you not bout yo loot
Faygo, i'm dropping a deuce
2 doors, swerve off in the coup
Hop in the booth, popping a blue
I'm touchin these knots, like a masseuse
Pounds in my room, ballin' no hoop
Counting this guap, 'til my hands blue
I got these knots like a noose, uh
Want monopoly loot, uh
Do this for moms, its for you, uh
Fell in love with these two cups
Burberry or the Vetements
They like how you do this so effortless
100 mg in my beverage
Got me fucking up my sentences
From Cape Cod to Venice Beach
Gotta thank god when i get this cheese
Gotta stay high, secure my peace
Got a trey five, in the fronto leaf
Make me complete, roll a eighth to sleep
Learned how to stack like my ABC's
Money and the drugs, they changing me
Hit up the plug, got some plates for me
Just popped a perc for the pain relief
Mama said she gon' pray for me
Every day watch my bank increase
Waited for this so patiently
All i know is get more dough
You broke as fuck, you can't hit my dope
If i don't got my racks, don't want live no more
If i was broke like you, id slit my throat
I miss these drugs, can't miss no hoe
These packs so hot, my wrist so cold
Gon' get this guap, just with my bros
Perc or the xan, can't pick, did both
I'm rolling fronto in California
This Raf Simons, not Patagonia
This check keep calling for me
Look like i do robberies
Designer accessories
Get this guap 'til i rest in peace
Off of this drank, i ain't poppin no bean
Heavyweight, Muhammad Ali
I got some racks, Doug Dimmadome
I'm in new york, smokin' Denver dope
Bad lil bitch, just give me throat
She said she want put it on video
I just told my ma i won't sip no more
Just ran up fifty, need fifty more
Nah i think i need a million more
Gettin' this guap, all I really know
I need more guap, i need more dough
Don't need no thot, don't need no hoe
Always gotta make a bag fore i go home
Rather off myself fore i go broke
Like bitch, you know i'm on go
Get high, get rich the motto
Ran it up, my legs got sore
Penthouse, i'm on the top floor, ok, let's go
Got this Ferragamo on my waist
Got 3 different bottles of this drank
Full throttle i'm on the interstate
I got some commas on the way
Used to eat Mcdonalds every day
Now got shrimp and lobster on my plate
My plug, he just texted he on the way
I ain't get bread today, that's not okay
Only wanna hear these money conversations
Perc and xan, the perfect combination
Pop this perc in the morn, i ain't even ate
I'm off of the weed, i'm stephen a
Watch my money go up when i leave the bank
You watching yo money depreciate
Run this shit up 'til my legs fall off
In high school, used to sell 'em bars
Pack so loud like a XLR
Bitch my pockets on extra large
Had crumbs but now my money long
Mama like where is this guap this coming from
Burn this check like i l left the oven on
Proving my teachers so fucking wrong
My body Bape, in my Prada shades, foreign drank, i just bought a case
Want it on her chest, want it on her face
I'm fucking her raw, she want a taste
Want blue faces, i'm on the chase
Off too many drugs i might die today
Vicodin, perc help me fight the pain
I need these racks, need 'em right away
Bans keep calling for me
Xan keep calling for me
Bitch, i want all of the cheese
I got these knots in my jeans
2 phones i ain't talking to you
You broke, you not bout yo loot
Faygo, i'm dropping a deuce
2 doors, swerve off in the coup
Hop in the booth, popping a blue
I'm touchin these knots, like a masseuse
Pounds in my room, ballin' no hoop
Counting this guap, 'til my hands blue
I got these knots like a noose, uh
Want monopoly loot, uh
Do this for moms, its for you, uh
Fell in love with these two cups
Burberry or the Vetements
They like how you do this so effortless
100 mg in my beverage
Got me fucking up my sentences
From Cape Cod to Venice Beach
Gotta thank god when i get this cheese
Gotta stay high, secure my peace
Got a trey five, in the fronto leaf
Make me complete, roll a eighth to sleep
Learned how to stack like my ABC's
Money and the drugs, they changing me
Hit up the plug, got some plates for me
Just popped a perc for the pain relief
Mama said she gon' pray for me
Every day watch my bank increase
Waited for this so patiently
All i know is get more dough
You broke as fuck, you can't hit my dope
If i don't got my racks, don't want live no more
If i was broke like you, id slit my throat
I miss these drugs, can't miss no hoe
These packs so hot, my wrist so cold
Gon' get this guap, just with my bros
Perc or the xan, can't pick, did both
I'm rolling fronto in California
This Raf Simons, not Patagonia
This check keep calling for me
Look like i do robberies
Designer accessories
Get this guap 'til i rest in peace
Off of this drank, i ain't poppin no bean
Heavyweight, Muhammad Ali
I got some racks, Doug Dimmadome
I'm in new york, smokin' Denver dope
Bad lil bitch, just give me throat
She said she want put it on video
I just told my ma i won't sip no more
Just ran up fifty, need fifty more
Nah i think i need a million more
Gettin' this guap, all I really know
I need more guap, i need more dough
Don't need no thot, don't need no hoe
Always gotta make a bag fore i go home
Rather off myself fore i go broke
Like bitch, you know i'm on go
Get high, get rich the motto
Ran it up, my legs got sore
Penthouse, i'm on the top floor, ok, let's go
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