JERRY GRINCHN JONES

Two guns like the cowboys, got six like the ranger

My pockets on Jerry Jones, you're dead faces

I'm scared if they get in your ear, you'll change up

Fancy for her wrist and her ankle

My shooter gon' pop out and spot danger (hot, I'm shinin')

I lock eyes with the teller, I'm not playin'

Make the call, go to 20, that's Super Saiyan

Gotta charge him and pop out to all occasions

I ain't know who are weak, I feel Asian

Put a brick on my wrist for motivation

Nigga, my hood know I'm motivatin'

So much drink in the cup got me sippin' tannin'

Real hood, nigga, hood star, I can't feel famin'

Johnson to hop out the car, and I'm chain swingin' (rip on)

The gun, booty, bang bangin'

I don't wanna talk about business, but she pay me

Count that on a new chain, 'cause Grinch ain't agree (don't mean)

She callin' my phone for sensation (she callin' me now)

Goes all her cup, and now she feel sedated (yeah)

First test, we on the flight, my legs spacious (first scratch)

For a dollar, I feel like the bread weightin' (first dollar)

Yellow flags, on the drill, go gang bang

I just might give her the dick, she'd been patient

Police behind us, we start racin'

Money countin' gon' cop your best friend

I see hate in your heart and in separation

I can't swim, so I'd rather go yacht racin'

Real proud of your crib, too, you're lifetakers (y-yeah)

Leave that mess in your crib to get lifesaver (take yours)

West Elm, Cologne, I like fragrance (why, sir?)

Got Chanel on her back, she won't like checkin'

Cartier's on my eye, got my sight changin'

Forethought on Van Cleef, that's a nice one, six like the ranger (one thou')

My pockets on Jerry Jones, you're dead faces

I'm scared if they get in your ear, you'll change up

Fancy for her wrist and her ankle

My shooter gon' pop out and spot danger

I lock eyes with the teller, I'm not playin' (check, check, check)

Make the call, go to 20, that's Super Saiyan