Текст песни
I'm stacking my dreams
I'm stacking my paper chaser that could never be me
You know I got the finest garms you know I dress to a Tee
Know I got the slightest charm
Make jawns go weak at the knees
Serious ACL imma leave away with the trees
You know that the boy got rhythm and rhythm
Bass in your soul I know that you're feeling
I don't mess with no silly man schisms
Cute when you hate gotta say aww didums
They wan play my riddums
And it's cool I appreciate that
Quick on the track so run it right back
Like saquon imma run it right back
Ain't stuck in the trap I ain't dealing no packs
Unless it's beats then run it right back
Capiche
Manage my team.Fabisch
In an orderly manner.please
North face my dreams the fleece
Got love on the set Capri
Got love for the game oh baby
Can't wait for my Mercedes'
She think when I'm with the mandem
That I'm pleasing ladies
She ain't know that we scheming lately
Lately things been crazy
Ain't meant for the 9-5
That thought is too fugazi
Cruising...
Candy paint dripping looking like its drooling
Constantly calculating while I'm moving
Grooving in droptops we manoeuvring
They probably want me down on the worst way
Crown me on the sentences, blk, bar line king
On with the foul play
Trips to the motherland vibes on the runway
So I be catching these flights, fuck catching feelings
Counting this loot, what a vice, said once surely don't make me say twice, if so name Your fucking price
Goat of this shit, married to the pen, yet I'm celibate
Don't compare me to a subject
When you the predicate
O dogg in the ends yeah I'm menace
Got love for the game oh baby
Can't wait for my Mercedes'
She think when I'm with the mandem
That I'm pleasing ladies