PrizePicks
Time to run up this cake we got money to make
100k it won't take me long
I stay getting paid, fresh off the plane
I made a play before I made it home
Roll up and blaze, up and away
My weed louder than a megaphone
You trying to save the b*tch I ain't even save her number in my phone
I just hit once and she gone
Probably got your address cuz I ubered her home
Better be cool with your tone
Have n*ggas scoot up with bags of food at your door
Like who wanted beef?
Cuffin a h*e that be running the streets now you mad at the world
Going out sad for the girl
My gas superb, I be way too high to be trying to keep tabs on a b*tch
If anything she gotta pay for the dingalang
F*ck around have a tab on a b*tch
I seen my ex today looking weak as f*ck had to, splash on a b*tch
I'm getting all type of money this summer
I'm really running up a bag on a b*tch
No broke business, whole team winning like
We done made all the right fantasy picks
Gang gang
Hold up
Squalla!
Straight like that
Know what I'm saying from the Southwest Alief
To the motherf*cking West Coast
We doing this shit
What yall talking about?
Wait
Oh sh*t there go the beat let me catch it
I walk in the club with the ratchet
The bouncer ain't pat me
Hammer on me, Judge Hatchett
I got the gas lit
N*ggas smoking mid talking about matching ha
Still on my trap sh*t Hollywood nothing
But cap and a lot of these stars dumber than Patrick
Three ho*es in one night
That's a hat trick and I ain't even have to trick
Ain't have to speak to bag the b*tch
Gold on my hands and wrist I'm the Alchemist
I be in Vegas lit going crazy
Fucked a b*tch on the balcony
Couple grams in a wood
Got some bands off a jugg
Really put bread in the streets and helped n*ggas
Eat n*gga I'm the man in my hood, ask around
And it won't be no backing down
We'll light up your shit and swang back around
These h*es like blunts getting passed around so I keep it G
Cut 'em off easily
I watched my Moms go job to job
That's why my drive is on Need For Speed
Now they idolize me cuz I'm a God and I got the squad on my pinky ring
Gang gang
Yeah new watch plain jane I want it all
I ain't just trying to maintain
Work for myself so everyday payday, weed louder than Shenehneh
These n*ggas funny like LOL jk
My new b*tch is badder than a Bebe
Hit in the morning she having a great day
Trap jumping, selling everything, Ray J
Big cake no wedding, it gets no better
Girl I'm that n*gga, it ain't no question
I got a backwood filled up with pressure
She got me tatted in big bold letters
I never lack I still roll with the steppers
Left and came back on a whole different level
One text back got the h*e feeling special
Diamonds frozen bitch I'm cold as December
Squalla!
Hold up
Straight up
Y'all n*ggas ain't fucking with me, real sh*t
I'm really like the hardest n*gga doing this shit on God
Wait
Hold up
Ay, ay, whoa
100k it won't take me long
I stay getting paid, fresh off the plane
I made a play before I made it home
Roll up and blaze, up and away
My weed louder than a megaphone
You trying to save the b*tch I ain't even save her number in my phone
I just hit once and she gone
Probably got your address cuz I ubered her home
Better be cool with your tone
Have n*ggas scoot up with bags of food at your door
Like who wanted beef?
Cuffin a h*e that be running the streets now you mad at the world
Going out sad for the girl
My gas superb, I be way too high to be trying to keep tabs on a b*tch
If anything she gotta pay for the dingalang
F*ck around have a tab on a b*tch
I seen my ex today looking weak as f*ck had to, splash on a b*tch
I'm getting all type of money this summer
I'm really running up a bag on a b*tch
No broke business, whole team winning like
We done made all the right fantasy picks
Gang gang
Hold up
Squalla!
Straight like that
Know what I'm saying from the Southwest Alief
To the motherf*cking West Coast
We doing this shit
What yall talking about?
Wait
Oh sh*t there go the beat let me catch it
I walk in the club with the ratchet
The bouncer ain't pat me
Hammer on me, Judge Hatchett
I got the gas lit
N*ggas smoking mid talking about matching ha
Still on my trap sh*t Hollywood nothing
But cap and a lot of these stars dumber than Patrick
Three ho*es in one night
That's a hat trick and I ain't even have to trick
Ain't have to speak to bag the b*tch
Gold on my hands and wrist I'm the Alchemist
I be in Vegas lit going crazy
Fucked a b*tch on the balcony
Couple grams in a wood
Got some bands off a jugg
Really put bread in the streets and helped n*ggas
Eat n*gga I'm the man in my hood, ask around
And it won't be no backing down
We'll light up your shit and swang back around
These h*es like blunts getting passed around so I keep it G
Cut 'em off easily
I watched my Moms go job to job
That's why my drive is on Need For Speed
Now they idolize me cuz I'm a God and I got the squad on my pinky ring
Gang gang
Yeah new watch plain jane I want it all
I ain't just trying to maintain
Work for myself so everyday payday, weed louder than Shenehneh
These n*ggas funny like LOL jk
My new b*tch is badder than a Bebe
Hit in the morning she having a great day
Trap jumping, selling everything, Ray J
Big cake no wedding, it gets no better
Girl I'm that n*gga, it ain't no question
I got a backwood filled up with pressure
She got me tatted in big bold letters
I never lack I still roll with the steppers
Left and came back on a whole different level
One text back got the h*e feeling special
Diamonds frozen bitch I'm cold as December
Squalla!
Hold up
Straight up
Y'all n*ggas ain't fucking with me, real sh*t
I'm really like the hardest n*gga doing this shit on God
Wait
Hold up
Ay, ay, whoa
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