Letras
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Get the pack then I ship it through the mail
I got Cashapp I got Venmo I got Zelle
Im that nigga can't you tell tell tell tell tell
I was down bad but now I'm doing well
Popped a tab now I'm in a different realm
Rolling gas we be smoking on that kale, kale, kale, kale, kale
I'm a coach why she think that I'm a player
New Hijab put designer on her veil
All these city angels putting me through hell, hell, hell, hell, hell
I'm that nigga when I look up in the mirror
I do magic make the package disappear
Getting money give a fuck bout how they feel
They was in the bleachers we was on the field
Haters talking bout me I'm just tryna chill
If he fruiting then we knocking off his peel
Designer my body bet that everything real, real, real, real
Shorty fucking with me cuz she loves the sex appeal
Tell me what's the movement what we doing what's the deal
She just popped a Molly & she off a x pill, pill, pill, pill, pill
Fast and furious in the whip
It go stupid as a bitch
Buss it down & do a splits
She came through & ate the dick
We be shooting movie clips
I can't stop until we rich, rich, rich, rich, rich
We ain't ever had shit
Gotta get it how we live
I been getting to the chips
Feel like Shaq with the bricks
Thuggin' since a jit
Pockets blue just like they crip