Letras
Wake up, wake up, stack up, gotta get my cake up, gotta get my lace up, gotta lace up, gotta
get my laces, uh, cause I'm running up the field, paper chasing, yeah you know what's the deal, everything on me real,
Jimmy Choo on my shoes, Off-White on my belt, and Off-White on my back, I'll keep that shit a stack, cause you know how it go, if you got problems
I'll pull up wit' a Mac, pull up with a map to find where my opps at, hating on the gang
but you know that you'll get smacked, don't even try that, don't even try that, no, no
don't even try that, cake face when she walk up to me, I told her leave me alone, what
you finna see, what you finna see, who I'm finna be, up to the top on the charts where I'm finna be,
okay hoe, I told you leave me alone, got V-Lone on my back because I'm always alone, you saying you the king but I do not see a throne, she just hit my phone and she looking bad to the bone