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I hit Ontario, my bills start looking like Monopoly
A shooting star, oh yea my wish was getting bad but that's on me
Ain't feeling sorry for you bitch, you gotta grow or rest in peace
Woah
Get off my dick get off your knees
I hit up Aria and we fall right off the map and smoke this weed
Ain't feeling sorry for you bitch, you gotta grow or rest in peace
A shooting star, oh yea my wish was getting bad but that's on me
Woah
My garden full of money trees
I'm getting to that bag of money, that bag of tricks
Oh yea I'm bagging the baddest bitch
Oh yea I'm smoking the fattest spliffs
Yeah my haters are on my dick, I told their ass to get a grip
Wait, pause
I just meant to grow up- shit!
They mad as fuck I'm catching dubs but there ain't nothing they can do
I see them angry that I'm him, they really mad that I'm that dude
In Montebello swimming at a festival, onest time on shrooms
Summer nights spent looking up down by the lake under the moon
We're bout to candyflip on LSD and E, let's have some fun
Blueberry Muffins in this blunt, it's tearing up both of my lungs
Got haters now they're trying to get under my skin like fucking bugs
They idolizing our success but they ain't know just how it's done
I hit Ontario, my bills start looking like Monopoly
A shooting star, oh yea my wish was getting bad but that's on me
Ain't feeling sorry for you bitch, you gotta grow or rest in peace
Woah
Get off my dick get off your knees
I hit up Aria and we fall right off the map and smoke this weed
Ain't feeling sorry for you bitch, you gotta grow or rest in peace
A shooting star, oh yea my wish was getting bad but that's on me
Woah
My garden full of money trees