Selfish
My diamonds splash no buckets (buckets)
Pink stones yeah I want it (oh I want it)
Strapped up I say fuck it (fuck it, oh)
Lil money then I don't want it (want it, oh)
Two mil' that's nothing (yeah get it two mil')
Big Urus that's something (it is something)
Motherfucka's do be bluffing (oh something)
Got racks stacking no stopping (not stopping)
Bitch I be wanting that jet huh (jet), wait till I get that next cheque
Cullinan gotta respect (huh), bitch where the fuck is my tec (hey, hey)
Pussy be boutta' get smacked, (skurrtt') I got my blade full attached
You say that my brain got detached, talking too much bitch you next (woah)
I'm boutta hop in the range (hop on the range), target yo head like a tracker
Yeah your head finna' splatter (splatter), split-toon need the batter (bah)
Demons made you go insane, you telling me what's the matter
Codeine drink it tight huh, to much in the pattern
I lost my bros with that shit (with all that shit), that drugs a killer in this bitch (hey, hey)
I think you might be the twist (be the twist now), a little change wit yo switch
My diamonds splash no buckets (buckets)
Pink stones yeah I want it (oh I want it)
Strapped up I say fuck it (fuck it, oh)
Lil money then I don't want it (want it, oh)
Two mil' that's nothing (yeah get it two mil')
Big Urus that's something (it is something)
Motherfucka's do be bluffing (oh something)
Got racks stacking no stopping (not stopping)
Pink stones yeah I want it (oh I want it)
Strapped up I say fuck it (fuck it, oh)
Lil money then I don't want it (want it, oh)
Two mil' that's nothing (yeah get it two mil')
Big Urus that's something (it is something)
Motherfucka's do be bluffing (oh something)
Got racks stacking no stopping (not stopping)
Bitch I be wanting that jet huh (jet), wait till I get that next cheque
Cullinan gotta respect (huh), bitch where the fuck is my tec (hey, hey)
Pussy be boutta' get smacked, (skurrtt') I got my blade full attached
You say that my brain got detached, talking too much bitch you next (woah)
I'm boutta hop in the range (hop on the range), target yo head like a tracker
Yeah your head finna' splatter (splatter), split-toon need the batter (bah)
Demons made you go insane, you telling me what's the matter
Codeine drink it tight huh, to much in the pattern
I lost my bros with that shit (with all that shit), that drugs a killer in this bitch (hey, hey)
I think you might be the twist (be the twist now), a little change wit yo switch
My diamonds splash no buckets (buckets)
Pink stones yeah I want it (oh I want it)
Strapped up I say fuck it (fuck it, oh)
Lil money then I don't want it (want it, oh)
Two mil' that's nothing (yeah get it two mil')
Big Urus that's something (it is something)
Motherfucka's do be bluffing (oh something)
Got racks stacking no stopping (not stopping)
Credits
Writer(s): Kao Lilo
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