[Verse 1] Clip 2.7.5
I might f** around & draw my verse out
I might f** around & take your purse now
I might make a million off a track & never rap
Feet up on the beach, I'm k**in sh**, I'm on repeat
Make another Milli cuz a n***a know I can
b**hes wanna feel me from Miami to Japan, whoa
And a playa runnin wit the klan
So
Tryna get this money in my hands, Ho
Ride out coolie in the vans, low
While my plans go straight bananz
Loc'd out, stacked up paper bands
So don't hate ya mans
Or ill break ya dance
I'll make a n***a do a head spin daw
While blowin on the best Endo
While flippin' on the West end ho
Chillin with my n***as Gat
On the couch, in the crib
Got the chicken with the wings
& the sauce in the dish
n***a, Niko in the back with the Fro.. what it is?
All my dawgs on the phone, on a call, talkin biz
Hold up your sketchbook
Do you get it?
Flip that sh** into a checkbook
[Hook]
That's right I'm fillin up my sketchbook
Write a couple rhymes
& flip that sh** into a checkbook
[Verse 2] NIKO IS
I might f** around & get a Corvette
All my people buying sh** we can't afford yet
Credit card or check?
More debt, more debt..
Thats why we're alone, and they're interested, thats corporate
Powerful..
b**h i'm smokin sour doe, it's how i go
Getting fed swine, making headlines like my forehead
I'm important, super ethnic & imported
Afghani mink carpet on the floor dead
Got a chick from Guadalajara sippin whiskey with Guarana
Bruh i drink a lot, i think
A lot of the times i'm just really tryna call the shots
Bang..
Golly i invented swag, i'm Dali with the pen & pad
I'm probably out in Trinidad.... James
[Hook]
That's right I'm fillin up my sketchbook
Write a couple rhymes
& flip that sh** into a checkbook