Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage
Diamonds see-through, so holographic
Fuck these (ayo) niggas man, that’s for sure (ayo)
And let it go (Ayo)
And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah
Man, now they go
Fuck these niggas man (run it)
Financial advisor buggin’, Flower Boy is buzzin’
And it’s still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark
Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me, skin glowin’, clear of acne
Watts Riot in my blood, nigga what’s up
Bitch I’m in Bel-Air, been lookin’ for land
Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that’s up to you
Man fuck with the fam, we in Japan
Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey, spent dinero like Taxi Driver
Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
[Verse 1]
Got enough rocks, see, check my hand
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
Yeah, I cut off some friends T, where you been?

And I got crack, watch how I talk
(Now we never fuckin’ stop)
Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo
Check my bankroll, ayo 400K for vehicle
[Verse 3]
I cut off some friends
And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup
Give a fuck about you or your respect, yeah that way
Lemonade, yeah it’s Minute Maid, I been gettin’ paid
He will go grab the iron and he do what I says like Simon

And my bitch mixed like jambalaya
[Verse 2]
Swampy niggas out the bayou, pockets flooded y’all be dilute
Fuck these niggas man, that’s for sure (say)
Golf be the set, no more OF
I cut off some friends, where they go
But, I really do not care the cost ’cause okra
Like Ron Artest bitch we aim for your neck
Bitch you’re a bum, see you don’t understand
We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo
Pockets gainin’ weight

(I ain’t fuckin’ with none of these niggas, man)
(Did this shit in one take, ayo)
Man, now they go
Wallace still trippin’ on shit that I bought
Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django
I cut off some friends, where they go
And Vill tail behind me
Interior look mango, shotgun grape, he look like mayo
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal (ayy we got that 5 shit nigga)
Fuck your accolades but I made the cut like I pack a blade
Man, now they go
(Yeah, give these niggas information nigga)
Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool
Since Ashley Banks’ cousin had a fade but that’s ’92, I’m ’91
Uno the shoe, red with the blue
Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp
Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin ain’t nobody fuckin’ with him
Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand

Look like a flag what the fuck it do
Handmade is that thing with tires but I rode the bike
I cut off some friends, where they go
Watered down, I’m Big Mac, I’m quarter pound, you chicken nugget

You could call me brush, I’ve been makin’ waves