Lyrics
Big ole bandz inside my pocket, They saying im the main topic
This bitch to bad I had to clock it, switched it up snatched her off the market
Ten k strips thats jus in profit, you try to rob ima hit my target
Balenciaga, bottega louis lovers got all flavors
Give her back to the streets let god save her
Spending my time doing time tables
Counting up money right now and later, ill beat up the road like it owe me some paper
Ricky stepping all over a hater, got rid of the bitch she aint work in my favor
Zero's on me, ball like tatum
Bankroll loaded got all kind of flavors
Dog shit on me they smelling me, like ESPN they watching me
Got ice on me like hockey team this shit be to hard not to freeze
Spilt the lean on my side piece that g two three my everything
Ill up and spray like oil sheen Terps and percs thats all i need
Jus for me to go hit the streets Black truck or the SRT
Pick ya poison it dont matter to me
I know dis hoe bad but im ready to leave
Cold hearted wear it on my sleeve
They wonder how i make it look so easy
Two mill up tryna get like peezy, pass me the light ill spark like weezy
I spend that shit then double back, his pockets tapped he dont know bout that
Triple crosses on my hat, chrome heart be my thinking cap
Bought every loss that i put on a tab, if she want love i wink and laugh
If i see options then i pass
Whatever you do say off yo ass
Big ole bandz inside my pocket, They saying im the main topic
This bitch to bad I had to clock it, switched it up snatched her off the market
Ten k strips thats jus in profit, you try to rob ima hit my target
Balenciaga, bottega louis lovers got all flavors
Give her back to the streets let god save her
Spending my time doing time tables
Counting up money right now and later, ill beat up the road like it owe me some paper
Ricky stepping all over a hater, got rid of the bitch she aint work in my favor
Zero's on me, ball like tatum
Bankroll loaded got all kind of flavors
Nigga said he lookin for me know Im deep with the faces