Ha ha ha
It's twelve seven to the top boy
Yeah
Yeah my outfit still cost your whole rent
I be throwing back the liquor had me feeling all sick
And ii might spend a grip on my shoes on my fit
I ain't gotta talk shit
I ain't gotta talk shit
Hey big shit popping while that little shit never start
All these haters hating on me
They careers they lead departed
Wait till I hop in the foreign
I'm up here boy you just started
Money tall like dinosaurus
Left that b**h cause she too boric
I made one wish just to be the shit
If he hating ass niggas get off my d**k
Tryna get paid ihit no lick
No I remember days we was running from the pigs
Tryna stack up cop a brand new car
Tryna get drunk take a b**h to the bar
Hey look at my neck diamond sick likesorry
Stick with a winner b**h you will get far
My outfit still cost your whole rent
I be throwing back the liquor had me feeling all sick
And I'mi might spin a grip on my shoes on my fit
I ain't gotta talk shit
I ain't gotta talk shit
My outfit still cost your whole rent
I be throwing back the liquor had me feeling all sick
And ii might spend a grip on my shoes on my fit
I ain't gotta talk shit
I ain't gotta talk shit
I might just spend some bands all on my shoes
All on my fit
I just watch my shoes I spend a thousand on my kicks
Bitches always choose me
Cause I'm gorgeous and I'm rich
Don't miss the opportunity
I'm always with your b**h
Bag it bag it bag it I sip lean smoke weed in traffic
Goddamn I barely manage
I spent money too sperratic
And I can't shake my habits
I just get more cheese to handle it
And cash is automatic
Never lack it always stop it
Bitches always dancing to my songs I'm making snakes
Bitches all be sour
I can't trust that b**h for an hour
Bitches taking downers
How the f**k do they take downers
I need a money counter
Too much money on the counter b**h
My outfit still cost your whole rent
I be throwing back the liquor had me feeling all sick
Yeahi might spend a grip on my shoes on my fit
I ain't gotta talk shit I ain't gotta talk shit
My outfit still cost your whole rent
I be throwing back the liquor had me feeling all sick
And I might spend a grip on my shoes on my fit
I ain't gotta talk shit
I ain't gotta talk shit
Aye
