Shibuya
Get the cash, put the racks in the middle (racks in the middle)
I don't give a fuck, fuck ya feelings (fuck ya feelings)
Stack the cash yea, till it touch the ceiling
On the rooftop, we breaking the building
Pull up, shit getting realer 'n realer
Got niggas in Paris, we goin' gorilla
I feel like a monster, Godzilla
Turbo engine, my foot on the pedal
I'm too hot, like I'm on a griddle
Bible stacks of this cash, these not little
Supreme jacket, I feel like a skittle
I'm all about mula, hot like Cholula
Wake up, I'm blessed, yea hallelujah
Shit can get cold, yea in the winter
Superstar, you can't see me like John Cena
I got green, like a bamboo yea
Beat that boy down, while wearing a durag
I cash out, need no receipts, all this drip came straight from Shibuya
Lights, camera, action, we shooting
Feel like Tupac, yea I got the juice
Paul Pierce, yea they call me the truth
It's my life, ain't got nothing to lose
I'm a rebel, yea I break the rules
When it's time to move, I'm moving forward
I'm so up, I can't keep score
Leather jacket, that's Christian Dior
Pull up, shit getting realer 'n realer
Got niggas in Paris, we goin' gorilla
I feel like a monster, Godzilla
Turbo engine, my foot on the pedal
I'm too hot, like I'm on a griddle
Bible stacks of this cash, these not little
Supreme jacket, I feel like a skittle
I'm all about mula, hot like Cholula
Wake up, I'm blessed, yea hallelujah
Shit can get cold, yea in the winter
Superstar, you can't see me like John Cena
I got green, like a bamboo yea
Beat that boy down, while wearing a durag
I cash out, need no receipts, all this drip came straight from Shibuya
Damn I really hate niggas, like tow truck drivers
Bitch I been a man, just like Spider
My life trajectory was down in a spiral
Why you tryna play with us, are you tryna go viral?
Cooking these niggas, like I'm Peter Piper
Killed all of my enemies, ain't got no rivals
Autopsy said he was dead on arrival
Hadouken, like Ryu, like I'm a Street Fighter
Pull up, shit getting realer 'n realer
Got niggas in Paris, we goin' gorilla
I feel like a monster, Godzilla
Turbo engine, my foot on the pedal
I'm too hot, like I'm on a griddle
Bible stacks of this cash, these not little
Supreme jacket, I feel like a skittle
I'm all about mula, hot like Cholula
Wake up, I'm blessed, yea hallelujah
Shit can get cold, yea in the winter
Superstar, you can't see me like John Cena
I got green, like a bamboo yea
Beat that boy down, while wearing a durag
I cash out, need no receipts, all this drip came straight from Shibuya
I don't give a fuck, fuck ya feelings (fuck ya feelings)
Stack the cash yea, till it touch the ceiling
On the rooftop, we breaking the building
Pull up, shit getting realer 'n realer
Got niggas in Paris, we goin' gorilla
I feel like a monster, Godzilla
Turbo engine, my foot on the pedal
I'm too hot, like I'm on a griddle
Bible stacks of this cash, these not little
Supreme jacket, I feel like a skittle
I'm all about mula, hot like Cholula
Wake up, I'm blessed, yea hallelujah
Shit can get cold, yea in the winter
Superstar, you can't see me like John Cena
I got green, like a bamboo yea
Beat that boy down, while wearing a durag
I cash out, need no receipts, all this drip came straight from Shibuya
Lights, camera, action, we shooting
Feel like Tupac, yea I got the juice
Paul Pierce, yea they call me the truth
It's my life, ain't got nothing to lose
I'm a rebel, yea I break the rules
When it's time to move, I'm moving forward
I'm so up, I can't keep score
Leather jacket, that's Christian Dior
Pull up, shit getting realer 'n realer
Got niggas in Paris, we goin' gorilla
I feel like a monster, Godzilla
Turbo engine, my foot on the pedal
I'm too hot, like I'm on a griddle
Bible stacks of this cash, these not little
Supreme jacket, I feel like a skittle
I'm all about mula, hot like Cholula
Wake up, I'm blessed, yea hallelujah
Shit can get cold, yea in the winter
Superstar, you can't see me like John Cena
I got green, like a bamboo yea
Beat that boy down, while wearing a durag
I cash out, need no receipts, all this drip came straight from Shibuya
Damn I really hate niggas, like tow truck drivers
Bitch I been a man, just like Spider
My life trajectory was down in a spiral
Why you tryna play with us, are you tryna go viral?
Cooking these niggas, like I'm Peter Piper
Killed all of my enemies, ain't got no rivals
Autopsy said he was dead on arrival
Hadouken, like Ryu, like I'm a Street Fighter
Pull up, shit getting realer 'n realer
Got niggas in Paris, we goin' gorilla
I feel like a monster, Godzilla
Turbo engine, my foot on the pedal
I'm too hot, like I'm on a griddle
Bible stacks of this cash, these not little
Supreme jacket, I feel like a skittle
I'm all about mula, hot like Cholula
Wake up, I'm blessed, yea hallelujah
Shit can get cold, yea in the winter
Superstar, you can't see me like John Cena
I got green, like a bamboo yea
Beat that boy down, while wearing a durag
I cash out, need no receipts, all this drip came straight from Shibuya
Credits
Writer(s): Oluwafemi Alabi
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