| [Verse 1:] | |
| S63, AMG | |
| Pretty bitches, pay a fee, broke not the thing to be | |
| A few really play the streets, cats tell them fairy tales | |
| Brown paper bags full of hundreds, haters pray I fail | |
| Baby on my phone, she talkin' money, and she ready | |
| Shit I made a hundred thousand already | |
| Used to blow pelly, used to move truckloads of the reggie | |
| Now we toast when we close deals over ten milli | |
| My bags speak for me, I don't talk much | |
| 456 with the bag, get it off uhh | |
| Coffee colored leather, yeah my smoke's much better | |
| Tell a broke boy choke, you don't checks no cheddar | |
| Your bitch wanna ride, chose my letter | |
| Toast, keep the wetter, Joe Blow, might sweat her | |
| Ralph Lauren or I rock my own sweater | |
| Oh you fresh? But you soft as a feather, pussy | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Bag full of cash, new hundreds so crispy | |
| Hand count 8 stacks, snowman, got me dizzy | |
| White light, blue cookie so pissy | |
| Fishtailin' out the lot, drunk drivin' got me dizzy | |
| She can suck me off but not kiss me | |
| I'm the man in my city, pray every bullet miss me | |
| I'ma make a hundred mil' like 50 | |
| Smokin' kill, on the wheel, yeah these pills got me dizzy | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Yeah I'm doin' 160 | |
| How the fuck I'ma spend all this money 'fore they kill me? | |
| 18 karat gold, I think it compliments my skin | |
| I'm a shark in the water, come and swim | |
| Hundred grand on the Benz | |
| Hundred grand on my hand | |
| Hit the store, all I buy is rubber bands, I'm the man | |
| Cop heavy, your plug's not ready | |
| Porsche Cayenne, gold watch frezzi | |
| Smoke with the best, I'm Wiz, Spitta Andretti | |
| Ain't shit you can tell me, yeah these dudes blow reggie | |
| My whole crew's on power | |
| One hour, move 300 sour | |
| [Hook] |
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