Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
What you know about trapping and pitching?
You better grow some
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
Keep a low tip nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
New car so I’m gonna leave ’em
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Fuck the Reup up at the Fendi store
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
How he got the bed buddy flyin’
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
5th grade I was in Japan
Residue still on my hand
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
Residue still on my hand
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
You can’t imagine the trenches
Hear ’em talk but I don’t believe ’em
I’m a wrong one
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Residue still on my hand
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
Ha ha ha
What you know about trapping and pitching?
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
2nd grade had two girlfriends
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
Fuck the Reup up on Vuitton
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Props to my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
Fuck the Reup up on Chanel
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
I remember people lying to me
What you know about not having a penny?
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Phone off it was quiet for me
My nigga is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
On my mama, your honor
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
Take dabs ’til I’m gone
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
You can’t imagine the trenches
Phone off it was quiet for me
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
I done did three mil’, did it all in one day
All they wanna know When your album dropping?
What you know about not having a penny?
Uh, fuck up off me
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
You can’t imagine the trenches
Yeah, yeah
Now I can never go broke again
Here we go
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
See I used to sleep in the slums
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Bag that up
I fucked the Reup on LeBron
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Ice hash in the bong
They told me you reap what you sow
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
Quick to get another million
You can’t imagine the trenches
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand
Phone off it was quiet for me
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Residue still on my hand
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
What you know about not having a penny?