Too Fly!+ (Geekin)
(Aye hit that shit)
Bitch I'm too damn fly (yeah)
Bitch I'm too damn high (yeah, I might)
Yeah, bitch I'm booted off them drugs (yeah)
My life so bright it shining like the sun (yeah)
Got too much money, just had to jet to France (yeah)
Got crosses all up on my jeans, Chrome Hearts (yeah)
Because bitch my heart is cold (yeah), and my wrist done froze (yeah)
Illuminati want me for my soul (yeah) (for my soul)
Can't trust no thottie, I can't trust no soul
Stand for something, fall for nothing
Everywhere I go, I got it on me, gotta watch my back
For every night that I starved, they gone feel my pain
Patek buss down plane jain my wrist
Gucci leather on my denim
Any sucker tryna play going to me the 45
Steady flexing, yeah I'm stepping in this Jimmy Choo
Fuck a four door, I'm riding in a coupe
Bitch I can't stop balling (Yeah)
Labels on my line, they won't stop calling
I aint signing for no mil, only sign if the check eight figures(Yeah, oh)
Bitch I'm too damn fly (yeah)
Bitch I'm too damn high (yeah, I might)
Yeah, steady floating
Yeah bitch I'm booted off them drugs (yeah)
My life so bright it shining like the sun (yeah)
Got too much money, just had to jet to France (yeah)
Got crosses all up on my jeans, Chrome Hearts (yeah)
Cuz bitch my heart is cold (yeah), and my wrist done froze (yeah)
Illuminati want me for my soul (yea) (for my soul)
Can't trust no thottie, I can't trust no soul
Bitch I'm too damn fly (yeah)
Bitch I'm too damn high (yeah, I might)
Yeah, bitch I'm booted off them drugs (yeah)
My life so bright it shining like the sun (yeah)
Got too much money, just had to jet to France (yeah)
Got crosses all up on my jeans, Chrome Hearts (yeah)
Because bitch my heart is cold (yeah), and my wrist done froze (yeah)
Illuminati want me for my soul (yeah) (for my soul)
Can't trust no thottie, I can't trust no soul
Stand for something, fall for nothing
Everywhere I go, I got it on me, gotta watch my back
For every night that I starved, they gone feel my pain
Patek buss down plane jain my wrist
Gucci leather on my denim
Any sucker tryna play going to me the 45
Steady flexing, yeah I'm stepping in this Jimmy Choo
Fuck a four door, I'm riding in a coupe
Bitch I can't stop balling (Yeah)
Labels on my line, they won't stop calling
I aint signing for no mil, only sign if the check eight figures(Yeah, oh)
Bitch I'm too damn fly (yeah)
Bitch I'm too damn high (yeah, I might)
Yeah, steady floating
Yeah bitch I'm booted off them drugs (yeah)
My life so bright it shining like the sun (yeah)
Got too much money, just had to jet to France (yeah)
Got crosses all up on my jeans, Chrome Hearts (yeah)
Cuz bitch my heart is cold (yeah), and my wrist done froze (yeah)
Illuminati want me for my soul (yea) (for my soul)
Can't trust no thottie, I can't trust no soul
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Writer(s): Jordan Horn
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