City

Trippy trippy trippy

Yeah

If you ain't gang and tryna shop you out of pair

In your text man

Okay okay okay

You know how we blum and we got money every time

You see

My sleep till i ain't counted up eleven flat

Before i went to sleep last night

I think i counted twenty two

Fifteen hundred for the jersey

Fifteen hundred for the twenty two

I just want skinny

Dimping in that n**a b**h like she a swimming pool

Hey you know all i do is win i ain't finna lose

Yeah i'm a chemist in the kitchen mixing chemical

My niggas out of prison

I still follow penitentiary rules my n**a

You n**a tryna drop my style but i can't fit my shoes

Oh i got diamonds on my mind

My chain glisten to wake up in the morning

Grab my jury and my pistol

The road with the low and she came back with a hundred

Getting rich live n**a

And i'm still up in the kitchen

I just walked up out the jewelers

Spent fifty on the pin

I got more money than these niggas with a deal

I'm in the i got some shoulders with me

Tryna bless a n**a like they christian

Ain't no rap bap n**a

My little hitter still spins

He just put a n**a in the dirt

Please don't forget we ain't gonna talk about the money

Could they know we getting plenty

I'm in the trap twenty four

Like i'm serving out of dinner hey

Yeah

Love if you ain't gang and tryna stop

Then you won't pay an extra text n**a