Dp Beats - Flu lyrics

[Hook] I pull up, baby, and it's magic I hop up out the car, n***as talk "what's crackin'" I pull up with the things, you know it's the tragic This b**h all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric I pulled up blingin', you know it's the j**els Horse shoes, on my pocket's, you know them the trues Only money call my phone, these b**hes send me nudes All this ice on my body and she give my flu [Verse 1] All this ice on my body, all this ice on my body All this money in my pocket make hoes do the nasty nasty She got right to the topping, I'mma put her out probably I was screamin' cowabunga cause her head soo f**in' gnarly Then I got right to the paper, right to the paper I'm a paper chaser, gotta run, I'll see you later I'm a Rastifari, I don't need a taper I don't crap out, b**h, I don't need a faker [Hook] [Verse 2] I got n***as that gon' shoot for me, b**hes that gon' go for me b**hes gon' locally, b**hes gon' globally b**hes think they Aiko, gotta s** my groceries b**hes think I'm Geico, do I look like a chameleon? Can't wait to be a billionaire, wanna be a trillionaire I ain't no f**in' wannabe, I wanna be my damn self I'm gonna be a trillionaire, gonna be a billionaire She like "Chief Sosa, where you goin'?", "Gonna be a billionaire" [Hook]