Letras
This shit's smooth like butter...
Yo, I count bankrolls fast, I count straight cold cash
I stack pesos, I won't let a day go past
50 bands like really that's just a day old stash
Sold quaaludes, still party with the main hoes
I post a GT, my bitch she rock the range rove
I spent two weeks trappin' rockin' the same clothes
Rollin back to back dutches, we like to chainsmoke
Tuck the big effen in cause I just can't go, no
I still remember my first ro ro
I bust so many macks off, now it's my logo
No photos at fashion week, I was moving too dolo
I ain't in the whip with too many, I roll solo
We in Toronto, here strictly for Soto Soto
I'm global, I just left LA yesterday from Noble
That fraud clearing they act like they don't know you
Fucked up Saks and your bank account was the total my nigga
That's why I fucked up Saks
And your bank account was the total my nigga
Manco, let's go...
Scared money don't make money - im not clearing samples
We companeros revolutionaries wearin camos
Bodega phantoms Flavour By the Handfuls
Twice as nice as Christ in some Bottega sandals
The last temptation not an apple, it's a peach
Either way don't eat the fruit, careful who you speakin to
Through the portable, I comfortable with solitude
Cause Thinkin with your dihhh
Will cost you more than you afford to lose
No time for melodramas got some real problems
Throwin back in this 9-3 teal marlins
This is the way we ballin
Spark an Underground movement
Like the King's Flea Market down in Houston
Plus I move discreetly got em lookin sheepish in their Yeezys
Whole personas played like a cd
Point shaven Arizona State you miss the point completely
It's obvious you ain't get it when you flexin that weakly