Boring (feat. Fargo & Big Cheeze)

I'm just countin' racks, true story
Got a couple bands in my pants
Couple bands in my pants (It's the Speaker Knockerz)
Countin' racks
I'm just countin' the racks
Big Cheeze, Fargo, S.K
Yeah

Bitch, whole Panamera, Caroline her area
Top back on it if I swear my shorty mascera'd
Ballin' like Carmel because my chick so damn retarded
My Spelman chick brain (whoa), so damn retarded
Bally shoes, Versace belts, my women so damn foreign
Gettin' to this money, six months away from where I'm tourin'

No laptop, drop six series, call it "Book of Eli"
Packs comin' in here, you know we ain't lettin' 'em fly
Her man's built, Marchelli case, yes, I'm so fly
Met her and match in her line, she said she from Dubai (boring)
Take her back to the crib, you know I bust it down
Then I pass it around, had to run it back like Jim Brown

I got all these racks on top of me (Yeah)
Pull up to the club, a hundred deep (yeah)

She just want me cause I'm ballin'
Tell her to stop callin' (bye-bye)
All my bitches foreign' (she bad)
Every other weekend, I be touring
Boring, you boring
All of ya'll niggas is so boring
Boring, you boring
Every other weekend I be touring

Fuck a pussy hater, tryna bring me down
I'm on the realest side, layin' low, smokin' pounds
You're fuckin' with the realest, know my pack is strong
On the beat, I'm droppin' bombs like it's (Pakistan)
Gangrene, blowing haze everywhere we at
All my bitches bad, all my rounds three-gap (drop)
I'm gettin' to this money, and you' gettin' mad

Got a fetish, man I love it when my pockets fat (fatter)
I can't even see you fuckin' haters through the smoke
I'ma roll a couple blunts and pass 'em to my bros
Smashin' all these hoes, get some neck then hit the road
Big Cheeze, do it big, that's all I really know (yeah)

I got all these racks on top of me (Yeah)
Pull up to the club, a hundred deep (yeah)

She just want me cause I'm ballin'
Tell her to stop callin' (bye-bye)
All my bitches foreign' (she bad)
Every other weekend, I be touring
Boring, you boring
All of ya'll niggas is so boring
Boring, you boring
Every other weekend I be touring

Everyday, I think about the money (let's go)
What am I gon' do with all this money?
I can't go a day without my money
You know that I'm married to the money
I know how to snap back
You can get your cap blacked

Now, you ain't got no snapback
Your ho on a Snapchat
I'm about my pesos
I can't fuck with Pedro (no)
You know I'ma let it off
I got shooters on a payroll (catch up)

She just want me 'cause I'm ballin'
Tell her to stop callin' (bye-bye)
All my bitches foreign (she bad)
Every other weekend, I be touring
Boring, you boring
All of y'all niggas is so boring
Boring, you boring
Every other weekend I be touring



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Mcallister Jr.
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