ski resort

I can't feel my face, uh, I can't feel my legs, uh
Too busy, I'm countin' up bread, uh
You can get hit with the lead, yeah
I'm with a freak - right now, she tryna give me head
I ain't Gunna, but I'm pushin' P, yeah, I'll never leave my mans

Can I geek up in this -?
Just give me my bread, I'm - these -
I don't give a - 'bout this -, uh
I jump on the stage, I'm rockin' these shows
Get money and turn around quick, uh
No matter the rain, no matter the snow, I'm keepin' that - on my hip
I promise I'm makin' 'em dip

I want some money, that's it
My - like Harley and -, uh
- get popped like a zit, uh
Money on money, I'm rich, uh
I put Chanel on my -, uh
I just spent 10 on my -
I just spent 10 on my fit, uh
You don't get money like this, uh

Love your -, I cannot, I pour fours in my pop
Can you take me to my cell? I can't fold, I cannot
I can't even tell the time, all these diamonds in my watch
And I'm always on my grind, you can call me Tony Hawk

Yeah, do she really want me or do she want me for the fame?
Got cash, got racks and now she gon' scream my name
I'm with you, stay solid
Your jewelry be so flawless
You a snake, it's so obvious
Only want me 'cause I'm poppin', yeah
They say, "Oh, my God, he hard"
Bag Goyard
Said she - with me, should've said that from the start
Raf Simons, Louis V, my budget - large, that - large

You got cash on you (yeah)
You got a bag on you (yeah)
You got racks on you (yeah)
You got - on you (yeah)
What you do when you ain't got nowhere to go?
Yeah, I'm missin' you, I had to let you know
Yeah, I had to let you know

I can't trust no -, yeah, it is what it is
Model -, she bad, lil' shawty live in the Hills
Yeah, these - get badder and badder
I'ma hit, then leave you after
Can't stay, that - like bad luck
I been focused on gettin' my racks up

Yeah, you get fly, you just don't get flyer than me (flyer than me...)
This - burnt out, why the - is she lyin' on me? (Lyin' on me...)
Jeep Trackhawk, I hit the gas, watch me tear up the street
(Tear up the street...)
Yeah, watch me tear up the street (tear up the street)

I can't feel my face, uh, I can't feel my legs, uh
Too busy, I'm countin' up bread, uh
You can get hit with the lead, yeah
I'm with a freak - right now, she tryna give me head
I ain't Gunna, but I'm pushin' P, yeah, I'll never leave my mans
(Leave my mans)