ICONIC.
(Hey, hey, hey)
Ay, wake up, shot-callin'
Paid what? I bought it
New crib, psychotic
I'm so iconic
Fly her down to see the islands
She ain't even bring her wallet
They don't get it, but I got it
I'm so iconic
Yeah, straight out the Lenox
That trap phone for hours, I'm straight outta minutes
They callin' up Deon to straight out the business
We take out the simps and then take out percentage, ah-uh
Period, break out the menace from capital M, now he straight out the sentence
They payout, they payout, they payout, I'm finished
Then grayed out the lakehouse to Baywatch the women I cursed
Go meet your maker
Lord, please, don't save 'em
Minor bumps since I've been paving the road
I go to sleep, go major
Silver tooth, but I've been playing for gold
That metal, keep close range
I cleaned up, still dangerous
Can't change, West Philly raised me
Ay (go), wake up, shot-callin'
Paid what? I bought it
New crib, psychotic
I'm so iconic
Fly her down to see the islands
She ain't even bring her wallet
They don't get it, but I got it
I'm so iconic
Got your stacks up, but you ain't go no rings (hell yeah)
Got my stacks up, but I'm living out my dreams (hell yeah)
Stretch this condo, I could fit a limousine (hell yeah)
Ain't that ironic? (Ha), I'm so iconic
(I got it)
(I got it)
(I got it)
This be my tunnel music
Like, cut that confetti, I'm runnin' through it
Like, clear the whole lane, bitch, I'm runnin' through it
And if they run at me, let my youngins do it
I just married, I'm honeymooning
I got hot on my own, it ain't nothing cooling
I don't punch in no clock, bitch, I sun and moon it
Pour them shots up, I'm bullet and hunnid-proof, and let it go
Wake up, shot-callin'
Paid what? I bought it
New crib, psychotic
I'm so iconic
Fly her down to see the islands
She ain't even bring her wallet
They don't get it, but I got it
I'm so iconic (go)
Got your stacks up, but you ain't go no rings (hell yeah)
Got my stacks up, but I'm livin' out my dreams (hell yeah)
Stretch this condo, I could fit a limousine (hell yeah)
Ain't that ironic? (Ha), I'm so iconic
I'm so iconic (ha-ha)
Yeah, I'm so iconic
Yeah, they don't get it, but I got it
Ain't that ironic? (Ha), I'm so iconic
Ay, wake up, shot-callin'
Paid what? I bought it
New crib, psychotic
I'm so iconic
Fly her down to see the islands
She ain't even bring her wallet
They don't get it, but I got it
I'm so iconic
Yeah, straight out the Lenox
That trap phone for hours, I'm straight outta minutes
They callin' up Deon to straight out the business
We take out the simps and then take out percentage, ah-uh
Period, break out the menace from capital M, now he straight out the sentence
They payout, they payout, they payout, I'm finished
Then grayed out the lakehouse to Baywatch the women I cursed
Go meet your maker
Lord, please, don't save 'em
Minor bumps since I've been paving the road
I go to sleep, go major
Silver tooth, but I've been playing for gold
That metal, keep close range
I cleaned up, still dangerous
Can't change, West Philly raised me
Ay (go), wake up, shot-callin'
Paid what? I bought it
New crib, psychotic
I'm so iconic
Fly her down to see the islands
She ain't even bring her wallet
They don't get it, but I got it
I'm so iconic
Got your stacks up, but you ain't go no rings (hell yeah)
Got my stacks up, but I'm living out my dreams (hell yeah)
Stretch this condo, I could fit a limousine (hell yeah)
Ain't that ironic? (Ha), I'm so iconic
(I got it)
(I got it)
(I got it)
This be my tunnel music
Like, cut that confetti, I'm runnin' through it
Like, clear the whole lane, bitch, I'm runnin' through it
And if they run at me, let my youngins do it
I just married, I'm honeymooning
I got hot on my own, it ain't nothing cooling
I don't punch in no clock, bitch, I sun and moon it
Pour them shots up, I'm bullet and hunnid-proof, and let it go
Wake up, shot-callin'
Paid what? I bought it
New crib, psychotic
I'm so iconic
Fly her down to see the islands
She ain't even bring her wallet
They don't get it, but I got it
I'm so iconic (go)
Got your stacks up, but you ain't go no rings (hell yeah)
Got my stacks up, but I'm livin' out my dreams (hell yeah)
Stretch this condo, I could fit a limousine (hell yeah)
Ain't that ironic? (Ha), I'm so iconic
I'm so iconic (ha-ha)
Yeah, I'm so iconic
Yeah, they don't get it, but I got it
Ain't that ironic? (Ha), I'm so iconic
Credits
Writer(s): Armani B White, Joseph Pincus, Blaise Railey
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