TBS

Something like this

Say you got hitters your shooters don't miss

Say you got hoes but you saving that bitch

You wanna show off your wrist

Rollie I hear that shit tick

Why you keep running your lips

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

M-O-N-E-Y

Only thing I talk is the money

And we got the choppas make 'em fire

I ain't really feeling like Ghandi

10 bad bitches tryna vibe

Bet they won't get a dime from me

I remember sleeping outside

I didn't have no money I was hungry

Niggaz ain't talkin' bout shit

Audemars Piguet's the wrist

Smash the hoe but don't trick

Hit the gas the lamb doing tricks

He a rat we ain't fuckin' with a snitch

Raaah! Scratch 'em off the list

Dressed in Margiela when I like to kick it

You ain't rich yet till you get a ticket

Rose gold Audemars Piguet

Bought a Bentley for the flex

Got a chopper, got a tech

I got plugs and connects

Free my niggas on the rec

Ain't came back yet

Gotta ride with a vest

You can die for respect

Something like this

Say you got hitters your shooters don't miss

Say you got hoes but you saving that bitch

You wanna show off your wrist

Rollie I hear that shit tick

Why you keep running your lips

Wait, Bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Wait, Bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

They be asking for a quote

I be asking what the budget

They be talking bout the smoke

I be talking bout the nugget

Seen 'em flexing on the gram