[Intro]
Welcome to the things with wings experience (Wings)
Fly with me, won't you?
[Chorus: ericdoa]
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—)
[Verse 1: ericdoa]
Me and the bros, we came up from nothing
F.N. with the scope, I'm making 'em run
Designer we tote, it's hurting my lungs
They callin' em clones, I'm callin' em sons
I might call Janick and go out to lunch
Got a stick if he panic, it came with a punch
How I take your b*tch, but I look like McLovin?
Made the most in my family, not telling me nothin'
I got suicide doors, and they kicking thе bucket
People say that thеy got you, but I do not trust it
Stop, I'm with the gang, and we ready to mob
I'm in New York, I throw up the rock
I'm at the function, I pour up cîroc
Made six figures off of hyperpop
Quiet kid, I don't like to talk
Stay low, but they got your drop
[Chorus: ericdoa]
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—)
[Verse 2: midwxst]
I made a mil', I'm not talking 'bout Mac
I'm sippin' that water, I only sip flat
You say that I'm floppin', b*tch, look at my stats
My coupe is incredible, that sh*t go dash
I don't wanna talk if it's not about cash
Eighteen with six figures, boy, I got a big bag
These ni**as be trippin', they must be on tabs
I'm in a coupe, b*tch, I feel like Mad Max, yeah
I had to tell 'em, "Relax"
Like groceries, spendin' my bag
That ni**a mad that I'm goin' up really fast
But I was speakin' all these facts
But that ni**a sad
Like murderers I'll take a stab
I feel like Dexter, b*tch, I'm in the lab
Oh, he want a feature, well, I'm finna tax
I feel like I'm Dolly, b*tch, hop out the 'Lac
I'm in they mouth with a tool like a dentist
You wanna be me, boy, you my apprentice
On stage and the crowd know they finish my sentence
My manager told me to watch all my spending, ha
But I didn't listen, ex-girl thinking 'bout me, reminiscing
My pockets big, like a politician
Said I'm not hard? Well, that sh*t is fiction, b*tch
I'm in New York, b*tch, I feel like a nun
My bro walk around, and we totin' that tool
These ni**as be cappin', no, they are not true
White girl in my DMs, she sippin' on Trulys
I know some bloods, and I know me some cripps
Two choppas on bro, call 'em Lilo and Stitch
That ni**a cappin', not ready for this
Me and Eric hit the stu', made a hit, b*tch
[Chorus: ericdoa]
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah)
Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—)
[Outro]
This is a **** exclusive
(Ha, ha, ha, laugh to the bank, like, yeah)
Laughing all the way to the bank
(Ha, ha, ha, laugh to the bank, like, yeah)