DJ cash
Maty trump
Sammy adams
Champs league
Bring it back
Matty trump
Sammy adams (Whoo Kid)
Champs league
Motha f**a
Barcelona on b**h, Oh
Lights out
Word on the street is
Money he got plenty
He ain't playin
They ain't ready
sh**s gon get a little heavy, oh
Beatin up the beat
Early up I call it Breaky
And I'm skatin through the generous
Ridin fast like a (bang bang)
365 day cash flow diet
If I ain't doin shows or in the studio I'm dyin'
Buzz that I created make people think I was buyin
I guess these dudes forgot that makin money takes some grindin'
I been doin this for 9 months but I'm sure they know
That I put in more work that you have in like 4, 5 years or so
Can't hear all them haters
Learned a technique couple weeks ago
Middle fingers up b**h
My eyes are closed
Yeah forget
Mr.Stern
Alex (energy)
Oh (Ba**head)
Stop time ocho
Taller than you front row
Yellow flag not throw
I'm whack thought so
Hard to take a loss oh
Eyes on pica**os
I'm a mile high smokin nuggets in a bronco
Hear me on my junk go all records all gold
Record labels all hoes
Talkin to my mom oh
So rude but in interviews a gentlemen
Can't compare me to somethin in the game that's (oh oh)
Uh like me like me
And these b**hes mad I care more about my nikes
Stuck off a plane blowin smokes like lee
And these dudes are blown away goin on beats like these (whoo)
Yeah, I call it hip hop dub step
This has not been done yet
sh** that get the club wet
Yeah I'm movin out I got a sub let
Mad I gave the game somethin that they haven't f**ed with
Yeah and admit it feels awkward
To not say a word but know that everyone's talkin
Every eye is watchin
Studio locked in
Go and get this off me
Baby failin's not an option
Yeah ironic how I walked in
And if it was the 90's
I'd be blastin in your walk-man
Please, hold the comments I get often
You need to take a breather
Maybe you should take a walk man