4GSELLER!
My pockets enormous
Outfit come from 4GSELLER, you cannot afford this
Rich as fuck, like who you tellin' I should be on Forbes list?
Pockets fat enough to fuck around, how they on orbit
My bitch thick as fuck, got her a bag, and plus she gorgeous
Broke nigga get off your ass, but I bet he ignore this
My niggas with all the bullshit, but they not Taurus
Can't step out the house without no Rick, I feel like Morty
But my chain so deep down in the ocean, I see tortoise
I ain't even start my verse 'cause we still on the chorus
Fucked his hoe 'cause she say he had terriblе performance
Closet full of shit, don't givе no fucks 'cause I need more shit
Ain't hit number one, yeah, that's okay, I'm heading for it
Just went GT3, might do some donuts and record it
Tryna go, in fact, my mama know I'm working for it
Lame nigga tried to slide on my bitch and got reported
Go against me and my brah, you might as well just forfeit
Couldn't even pop out in this one-of-one 'cause I had tore it
My brotha' say "Pass the Sprite, add some Tris', and get to pourin'"
Racks in the Matty Boy duffle bag, how we transport it
I feel the pain and the passion every time that storm hit
My money baby blue like that shit play for the Hornets
Just found this NSX I've been thinking 'bout restoring
Drop 50k on a motor just to go and store it
Being rich startin' to get boring
I miss when I was tourin'
But Dre gone, it's just not gon' hit the same, it's gon' be borin'
I miss when I was tourin'
But Dre gone, it's just not gon' hit the same, it's gon' be borin'
My pockets enormous
Outfit come from 4GSELLER, you cannot afford this
Rich as fuck, like who you tellin' I should be on Forbes list?
Pockets fat enough to fuck around, how they on orbit
My bitch thick as fuck, got her a bag, and plus she gorgeous
Broke nigga get off your ass, but I bet he ignore this
My niggas with all the bullshit, but they not Taurus
Can't step out the house without no Rick, I feel like Morty
But my chain so deep down in the ocean, I see tortoise
I ain't even start my verse 'cause we still on the chorus
Fucked his hoe 'cause she say he had terriblе performance
Closet full of shit, don't givе no fucks 'cause I need more shit
Ain't hit number one, yeah, that's okay, I'm heading for it
Outfit come from 4GSELLER, you cannot afford this
Rich as fuck, like who you tellin' I should be on Forbes list?
Pockets fat enough to fuck around, how they on orbit
My bitch thick as fuck, got her a bag, and plus she gorgeous
Broke nigga get off your ass, but I bet he ignore this
My niggas with all the bullshit, but they not Taurus
Can't step out the house without no Rick, I feel like Morty
But my chain so deep down in the ocean, I see tortoise
I ain't even start my verse 'cause we still on the chorus
Fucked his hoe 'cause she say he had terriblе performance
Closet full of shit, don't givе no fucks 'cause I need more shit
Ain't hit number one, yeah, that's okay, I'm heading for it
Just went GT3, might do some donuts and record it
Tryna go, in fact, my mama know I'm working for it
Lame nigga tried to slide on my bitch and got reported
Go against me and my brah, you might as well just forfeit
Couldn't even pop out in this one-of-one 'cause I had tore it
My brotha' say "Pass the Sprite, add some Tris', and get to pourin'"
Racks in the Matty Boy duffle bag, how we transport it
I feel the pain and the passion every time that storm hit
My money baby blue like that shit play for the Hornets
Just found this NSX I've been thinking 'bout restoring
Drop 50k on a motor just to go and store it
Being rich startin' to get boring
I miss when I was tourin'
But Dre gone, it's just not gon' hit the same, it's gon' be borin'
I miss when I was tourin'
But Dre gone, it's just not gon' hit the same, it's gon' be borin'
My pockets enormous
Outfit come from 4GSELLER, you cannot afford this
Rich as fuck, like who you tellin' I should be on Forbes list?
Pockets fat enough to fuck around, how they on orbit
My bitch thick as fuck, got her a bag, and plus she gorgeous
Broke nigga get off your ass, but I bet he ignore this
My niggas with all the bullshit, but they not Taurus
Can't step out the house without no Rick, I feel like Morty
But my chain so deep down in the ocean, I see tortoise
I ain't even start my verse 'cause we still on the chorus
Fucked his hoe 'cause she say he had terriblе performance
Closet full of shit, don't givе no fucks 'cause I need more shit
Ain't hit number one, yeah, that's okay, I'm heading for it
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Phillips, Aidan Crotinger, Kiran Gerbi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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