LALO

Woo, woo

Don't minimize my grind I've been on

Killin' time since the minute that I signed

You ain't findin' these kicks, these shits is limited design

My mom pick the décor for the interior design, look (get the house right)

We about ownin' properties, how it got to be

Too many shot, deceased

Then they mom's gotta sell dinners when they die

Like (tss), that's the atrocity (it's fucked up)

Take your trap money, buy back the hood, that's my philosophy (uh-huh)

But niggas be speedin' through life, high velocity

I'm in a drop, two-seater, bitch with me lookin' like Jocelyn

I'm askin' God to please Kalan and me (haha)

Let me take her on shoppin' spree

Niggas ain't flyer than me and can't fuck with me sonically (talk to 'em)

These new rap niggas my sons, I'm feelin' fatherly (uh-huh)

Respect it more than your father, boy, you should honor me (woo)

Well, fuck your father, I would take my razor to his face

And leave the scars shaped like an apostrophe, look (hold that)

Machine back, the nigga they can't fuck with

I'm just gettin' in my groove, I'm really just gettin' adjusted (I'm gettin' in my bag)

Look, I mixed the soda with the yola and I fluffed it (whip)

Cooked my first quarter brick and fucked it up, 'cause I rushed it, ah (swear to God)

Two ounces bagged up in twenties, I'm disgusted

When Neiman and Johnny Walker raided the spot, I flushed it (toilet bag)

Niggas talkin' all this rich shit and all this tough shit

That bitch you puttin' babies in, nigga, I wouldn't touch (hahaha)

With a ten foot pole, bought me a Benz to stroll (ah)

Neck full of expensive gold (ah)

Wrist got presidential Role' (ah), Bottega on my bitches' toe (woo)

Uh, Bentayga when she hit the rogue

I pay for and that bitch is cold, I'm basically a different zone

Drug money (drug money), drug money (talk to 'em)

Them bitches love niggas with drug money (drug money)

Fuck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me (hahaha)

The bitches love niggas with drug money, yeah (drug money)

Drug money (uh), drug money (real shit though)

The bitches love niggas with drug money (Neiman and Johnny Walker)

Niggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (raided my shit twice)

So niggas kick down your door for the drug money, yeah (The Butcher comin', nigga)

I'm tryna be careful 'bout what I say on this

Ain't talkin' food when I say filet-o-fish, that's a yayo dish

Get with me, bills crispy, straight from the bank with it, nigga

Countin' sound like openin' bags of potato chips (hahaha)

Fuck these funny artists that know about money launderin'

Price is so low, other hustlers hope I get caught again

I'm in my hood, fuckin' around with my homie, arguin'

'Bout who sold more, if it's him, shit, least I taught him it

Peddle cocaine, Mexican grade, then I stepped on mine with it (I did)

What they sayin', except for I am secure as the FOI (ah)

I can detect a spy (I can), they tryna connect the guys (for real)

To a corner we fed with pies, the word is I bled it dry

My old motto was "If she wanna spend, she gotta help trap"

But puttin' my bitch in harm's way, it wasn't no sense in that (uh-uh)

'Cause I need her to have my back, in case somebody else cracked

I let her spend all these racks, but remind her that I'm the catch

These bricks that I'm handlin' and these shifts that I'm managin'

Made me and my friends famous, like Jennifer Aniston (let's go)

It's gon' take drug money to keep her especially (ah)

She either Ginger Rothstein, or Keisha from Belly, let's go

Drug money (drug money), drug money (talk to 'em)

Them bitches love niggas with drug money ('kay)

Fuck on her good, then she can't get a hug from me (hahaha)

The bitches love niggas with drug money, yeah (drug money)

Drug money (drug money), drug money (drug money)

The bitches love niggas with drug money (drug money)

Niggas postin' pics on the 'Gram with the plug money (ah)

So niggas kick down your door for the drug money, yeah

Ayy, yeah, these hoes meet you and have a field day

She got you saved in her phone under "bill paid"

I watch sports on a chill day

Cop brick by the Staples Center, but send 'em where the Bills play

Don't trust hoes 'cause they will stray

Fuck a bitch, this blue steel tray is my real bae

You gon' need something that kill pain

I bring a 500 judge to a fight like it's Mills Lane

I don't treat a ho great, I treat a ho fair

If you treat a ho great then she won't care

Take a ho on a date, bitch, I won't dare

Might get a to-go plate, we can both share

King of the streets, I did the most here

Set the city on fire, build an empire before the smoke clear

Yeah, I just hit a big weight robbery

Gamble with life, like it's the quick play lottery

I give space and privacy

Nigga, I could teach a class about bars and call it mixtapeology

A bitch can't lie to me, I only let her take dick

You let the bitch dictate policy

Trust

Drug money (drug money, drug money)