Beat billionaire
You know I stick to the script
Twenty million dollar n***a, but I do it like this
Maybach Music, Maybach Music
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My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm f**in' wit' the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)
Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I'm f**in' wit' the Spikes
Wale
Yeah, uh
Ferrari mics, b**h, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that b**h a Concorde
Eleven know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment sh**
P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
That's some n***a from ten deep ATL, I'm wit' the cooker
I ain't even tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
And Tito's my n***as, you know just we just need more sh** and
It's ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look
Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store
Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
b**h, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
Look at my nines, look at my Blazers, look at my fours, cut wit' laser
Look at my who*e, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me
Salute
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I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js
And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid
I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that a** like Wu-sai
It's MMG, MOB, young n***a, I been OG
Walk around wit' like ten on me, that five seven, that fen' on me
Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't God unless no fear
Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear
We j**eled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up
Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked
I'm a Bad Boy, b**h, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup
On this sh**, I can't stand up, country Ks as I man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that n***a Pill
In Brazil, and this sh** is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill
One week and we get the deal, one day and I f**ed the b**h
My Levis, they five o one, my snapback is hella bent
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Fresh-a** n***a, no wonder why them hoes be open
That's that n***a, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
How you figga? You f**in' wit' me? I hope he jokin'
I'm witcha girl, you home alone, b**h you Macauley Culkin
I'm oviedosin', ay, homie, Kobe smokin'
Then put my ashes on you n***as, bet you gon' need lotion
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up, so you know we toastin'
f** hoes wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
Out in Sweden, like ain't sh** that you can't tell us
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at n***as jealous
'Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them b**hes wann't a option
Now we livin' much better, n***a, pay whatever
Rock them b**hes once then forgot about 'em forever
My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
You just need to know I'm comin', I'll k** you n***as this summer
Cole
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