Letras
Uhhh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
DJ Durel (ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes sir
Big bank on me bitch, watch, I pop shit (pop)
Mob with the clique, take a trip, this that real shit (real)
Pulled a whip out the garage for the camera flicks (skrrt, skrrt)
Jewelry heist, all my jewelry bite, ain't no camera tricks (ice)
A pound of Perc, and four pints of syrup, that's my travel kit (lean)
That chopper worse, on my side of turf, this that magic stick
I took that risk and we did it first, now we filthy rich (now we filthy rich)
Rich nigga but I need a rich bad bitch (bitch)
Make a broke niggas sick oand pay a broke bitch rent (bitch)
I'm a trap nigga, bitch, I ain't your fuckin' Clark Kent (nah)
Make a five star bitch take a seat right on the bench
So many pounds in the vicinity, the room got a stench (ew)
Way up top, don't fuck with many
Smoking green, no, not The Grinch (cookie)
When you're gettin' a lot of paper, real or fake, can't tell from which
Put them rings on my fist and put Celine on my bitch
Flip the switch, take a pic, want that bag? Take a risk
I got ice, live the life, I got cash, that's a lick
They got stripes, won't go right, they gon' blast with the shit
Fuck the tab, make them mad, when I spazz, they get sick
I spent a dime on the coat and brought some lines for your hoe (lines)
Put that Patek out the window, turn that rain into snow
I never changed, only thing I left is change at the store
And know the gang, they don't even ask for names where we go
From the Nawf, used to kick a door, it was me and 'Cho
From the bando, now we toppin' charts on Billboard
For the check, had to grip the TEC, it was me and Set (yeah)
A nigga did a lot of shit, but we ain't gon' speak on that (shh)
I don't post a lot of shit, 'cause I don't like the internet (nah)
And these niggas ain't stoppin' shit, it's free smoke, they can catch contact (smoke)
You lookin', it ain't hard to find with all these chains and these baguettes (ice)
I drip, don't care 'bout takin' pictures when these niggas post every pic (no cap)