Lyrics
Chrome Heart jeans, I’m kind of done with them Amiris
Some would call it crazy, half a ticket on some earrings
Ask for decade, had a plug when I was 16
PTSD, I ain’t sleep so I don’t got dreams
Two things I ain’t running out, this money and this lean
Two things I care about, my family and my team
We was supposed to keep it on the low, but why you scream
Balling like the playoffs, I’m tryna get a ring
Payouts in Miami
Pretty vibes wilding out like they work for Nick Cannon
Tell that bitch to have a seat, I know that she can’t stand it
Tell them boys it’s fuck ’em all, ain’t got no understanding
Legend in my neighborhood for real, free Shannon
Keeping my composure, I’m on chill, I can’t panic
They say I wouldn’t make it past two years, but I managed to
You supposed to go with how you feel, I’m not mad at you
G-Wagon matte-blue
She gettin’ my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
Fuck all the time, I still act like Ion know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y’all on my dick? You know that’s yo hoe job
Ain’t worried ’bout nothing
Everybody they own boss, we all getting this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I’m one of the owners
I could of exposed you, brodie, but I ain’t gon’ talk about it
I was in the trap too, I fucked up my sack too
Most of that shit cap, can’t go for that, you say it’s facts, prove it
Plug had us on a stand still but now we back movin’
They thought they was winning ’til I entered now they back losing
Brodie in prison on an iPhone getting tattooed
I don’t know who told you to come for me, that’s a bad move
I ain’t in no space for no company, I’m in a bad mood
Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules
If you think I ain’t running this money up, you a damn fool
Trying to count my pocket, my networth ain’t on no damn Google
Fifty million dollars in a year, if I’m lying, shoot me
Five hundred thousand every show, I’m on my grind, stupid
I been fucking her and her best friend, I put ’em in a group text
They done made you mad, get in your bag, that’s how you pose to do that
Everybody got a hunnid guns, they know where not to shoot at
I’ma get this guap until I’m done, bro, I can promise you that
I was on the block when shit was lit for real, where the fuck was you at?
Never drop no salt then hit a bitch for real, bro, we don’t do that
We the ones that really out here pushing, bro, I thought you knew that
Come through in that wassaname, everybody look like, who dat
She gettin’ my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
Fuck all the time, I still act like Ion know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y’all on my dick, you know that’s yo hoe job
Ain’t worried ’bout nothing
Everybody they own boss, we all getting this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I’m one of the owners
I could of exposed you, brodie
But ain’t gon talk about it
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