Letras
Chains on a yacht, call that slave trade
I'm deep in my bag, like I'm Dwayne Wade
Making hella money, you know that I get paid
I don't sign to labels, I am self-made
I was shocked by it, I was amazed
Switching lanes, like the Talladega Superspeedway
Came from the bottom, now I sip champagne
With my own game, I don't need no fame
Got a good aim, I don't miss a shot
Especially when I'm aiming it at ****
I hate ****, yeah they're chopped
They're on the slime list, too, I haven't forgot
Young Thabski, you know we can't be topped
Take a trip to Canada, we're up to Vermont
Never mind, we're in England
I'm a mastermind, I've got everything planned
Took my pack to Japan
Money in the bank, you can call me money man
I'm chit-chatting with that thot, you better know I'm not my man
Walking through the trap, all you can see is the gang
Let me switch around
**** with that bitch, yeah I got her house crammed
Why is everybody so fake, they be lying
Keep talking ****, I'ma send your ass flying
**** her bitch, yeah I make her go coo-coo
She saw my dick, then I put it on YouTube
This wrist really hurt, stink like doo-doo
Go on crazy, yeah, go with the loop
Pop that smoke in your eyes
On my neck and my wrist, yeah I got hella eyes
Combo to your face, yeah girl you going blind
Two shorties on my dick, but you know I don't mind