How Bout That
I'm pouring Henny for myself
I'm adding pennies to my wealth
I might go Fendi on a belt
I'm tapping God in for some help
I take a puff and parasail
Now me and him go parallel
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that yuh
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that yuh
How bout that
Bought a new house now I'm bout to build a mansion
Distancing myself from niggas talking through they captions
You not living for yourself if you just waiting for a reaction
You just waiting for a reaction huh
Everything was supposed to happen
Every scar was supposed to scab
And every body supposed to casket
I got lavish in my habits
I'm an addict to the shackles
Of the capitol they calculate
My father keep on asking
What happens when the money burns up young man
Shit I might as well die cuz that ain't my plan
I got fans in the stands
I got haters and stans
My career a rubber band either break or expand
I feel invincible mythical
Discipline we learned when we was yelled at by the principle
I was just shrimp a po' boy not nutritional
We don't keep it fictional
Money like shampoo you know that shit always conditional okay
I'm pouring Henny for myself
I'm adding pennies to my wealth
I might go Fendi on a belt
I'm tapping God in for some help
I take a puff and parasail
Now me and him go parallel
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that yuh
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that yuh
How bout that
I'm adding pennies to my wealth
I might go Fendi on a belt
I'm tapping God in for some help
I take a puff and parasail
Now me and him go parallel
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that yuh
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that yuh
How bout that
Bought a new house now I'm bout to build a mansion
Distancing myself from niggas talking through they captions
You not living for yourself if you just waiting for a reaction
You just waiting for a reaction huh
Everything was supposed to happen
Every scar was supposed to scab
And every body supposed to casket
I got lavish in my habits
I'm an addict to the shackles
Of the capitol they calculate
My father keep on asking
What happens when the money burns up young man
Shit I might as well die cuz that ain't my plan
I got fans in the stands
I got haters and stans
My career a rubber band either break or expand
I feel invincible mythical
Discipline we learned when we was yelled at by the principle
I was just shrimp a po' boy not nutritional
We don't keep it fictional
Money like shampoo you know that shit always conditional okay
I'm pouring Henny for myself
I'm adding pennies to my wealth
I might go Fendi on a belt
I'm tapping God in for some help
I take a puff and parasail
Now me and him go parallel
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that yuh
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that
How bout that yuh
How bout that
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Writer(s): Christian Robinson
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