This jewelry got me feelin like I'm winnin yeah
The way this paper coming like I'm almost there
Done leveled up my crib my whip my bank account
Way off the ground and aint comin down
No time for fake ones
They test my patience
Stay down wit my day ones
Way down wit my day ones
Keep my circle tight watch my company
Grass cut for these snakes when they come for me ooh yea
They smilin in ya face for real you know they fakin
Bitches like medusa you can see'em snakin
They say they hate to ask aint got the heart to take it
Stab you in your back and ask you bro whats shakin
I'm dippin out on haters like I'm Usain Bolt
Plane jane on my wrist homie you plane broke
You wasnt down for me when I was down
When times was tough you never came around
Now I'm way up and I stay up
Penthouses I lay up
Your bankroll on itty bitty
You stay wit a A-cup
Far away from you fake f*cks my face up and I'm watching
I touch down and then run towns
I'm everywhere the shit poppin
Just last year I paced the yard laced up
Now I'm Betty Crocker goin hard cakes up
Double down on foreigns I'm a foreigner
They say that when it rains bitch its pouring huh yea
This jewelry got me feelin like I'm winnin yeah
The way this paper coming like I'm almost there
Done leveled up my crib my whip my bank account
Way off the ground and aint comin down
No time for fake ones
They test my patience
Stay down wit my day ones
Way down wit my day ones
Keep my circle tight watch my company
Grass cut for these snakes when they come for me ooh yea
The views now is extravagant
Talent raking that cabbage in
Any foreign less than a hunnit man I aint havin it
Closet lookin like runways
I'm brunchin homie I'm Sunday
I'm runnin up in that bank
My paper right or its gunplay
That jewelry making me stand out
Dont come around for that hand out
My day ones aint worried bout it
We talked about it it's planned out
Wit me since the bone we was sharing ribs
Gotta ask where homies live they been buying cribs
These snakes coming I see'em open fire til they steamin
Headhunters on payroll they cock it back and red beam'em
These dimes all in my dm they
They just fans of my work
Must be sugar daddy how I hand'em dessert
If she shotgun then I got one
My hand up her skirt
Fast forward any last words
I'm a fan of her twerk
If this life is but a dream then this life's a dream
All I wanted was to get on and put on the team yeah
This jewelry got me feelin like I'm winnin yeah
The way this paper coming like I'm almost there
Done leveled up my crib my whip my bank account
Way off the ground and aint comin down
No time for fake ones
They test my patience
Stay down wit my day ones
Way down wit my day ones
Keep my circle tight watch my company
Grass cut for these snakes when they come for me ooh yea
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This jewelry got me feelin like I'm winnin yeah
The way this paper coming like I'm almost there
Done leveled up my crib my whip my bank account
Way off the ground and aint comin down
No time for fake ones
They test my patience
Stay down wit my day ones
Way down wit my day ones
Keep my circle tight watch my company
Grass cut for these snakes when they come for me ooh yea
They smilin in ya face for real you know they fakin
Bitches like medusa you can see'em snakin
They say they hate to ask aint got the heart to take it
Stab you in your back and ask you bro whats shakin
I'm dippin out on haters like I'm Usain Bolt
Plane jane on my wrist homie you plane broke
You wasnt down for me when I was down
When times was tough you never came around
Now I'm way up and I stay up
Penthouses I lay up
Your bankroll on itty bitty
You stay wit a A-cup
Far away from you fake f*cks my face up and I'm watching
I touch down and then run towns
I'm everywhere the shit poppin
Just last year I paced the yard laced up
Now I'm Betty Crocker goin hard cakes up
Double down on foreigns I'm a foreigner
They say that when it rains bitch its pouring huh yea
This jewelry got me feelin like I'm winnin yeah
The way this paper coming like I'm almost there
Done leveled up my crib my whip my bank account
Way off the ground and aint comin down
No time for fake ones
They test my patience
Stay down wit my day ones
Way down wit my day ones
Keep my circle tight watch my company
Grass cut for these snakes when they come for me ooh yea
The views now is extravagant
Talent raking that cabbage in
Any foreign less than a hunnit man I aint havin it
Closet lookin like runways
I'm brunchin homie I'm Sunday
I'm runnin up in that bank
My paper right or its gunplay
That jewelry making me stand out
Dont come around for that hand out
My day ones aint worried bout it
We talked about it it's planned out
Wit me since the bone we was sharing ribs
Gotta ask where homies live they been buying cribs
These snakes coming I see'em open fire til they steamin
Headhunters on payroll they cock it back and red beam'em
These dimes all in my dm they
They just fans of my work
Must be sugar daddy how I hand'em dessert
If she shotgun then I got one
My hand up her skirt
Fast forward any last words
I'm a fan of her twerk
If this life is but a dream then this life's a dream
All I wanted was to get on and put on the team yeah
This jewelry got me feelin like I'm winnin yeah
The way this paper coming like I'm almost there
Done leveled up my crib my whip my bank account
Way off the ground and aint comin down
No time for fake ones
They test my patience
Stay down wit my day ones
Way down wit my day ones
Keep my circle tight watch my company
Grass cut for these snakes when they come for me ooh yea
The way this paper coming like I'm almost there
Done leveled up my crib my whip my bank account
Way off the ground and aint comin down
No time for fake ones
They test my patience
Stay down wit my day ones
Way down wit my day ones
Keep my circle tight watch my company
Grass cut for these snakes when they come for me ooh yea
They smilin in ya face for real you know they fakin
Bitches like medusa you can see'em snakin
They say they hate to ask aint got the heart to take it
Stab you in your back and ask you bro whats shakin
I'm dippin out on haters like I'm Usain Bolt
Plane jane on my wrist homie you plane broke
You wasnt down for me when I was down
When times was tough you never came around
Now I'm way up and I stay up
Penthouses I lay up
Your bankroll on itty bitty
You stay wit a A-cup
Far away from you fake f*cks my face up and I'm watching
I touch down and then run towns
I'm everywhere the shit poppin
Just last year I paced the yard laced up
Now I'm Betty Crocker goin hard cakes up
Double down on foreigns I'm a foreigner
They say that when it rains bitch its pouring huh yea
This jewelry got me feelin like I'm winnin yeah
The way this paper coming like I'm almost there
Done leveled up my crib my whip my bank account
Way off the ground and aint comin down
No time for fake ones
They test my patience
Stay down wit my day ones
Way down wit my day ones
Keep my circle tight watch my company
Grass cut for these snakes when they come for me ooh yea
The views now is extravagant
Talent raking that cabbage in
Any foreign less than a hunnit man I aint havin it
Closet lookin like runways
I'm brunchin homie I'm Sunday
I'm runnin up in that bank
My paper right or its gunplay
That jewelry making me stand out
Dont come around for that hand out
My day ones aint worried bout it
We talked about it it's planned out
Wit me since the bone we was sharing ribs
Gotta ask where homies live they been buying cribs
These snakes coming I see'em open fire til they steamin
Headhunters on payroll they cock it back and red beam'em
These dimes all in my dm they
They just fans of my work
Must be sugar daddy how I hand'em dessert
If she shotgun then I got one
My hand up her skirt
Fast forward any last words
I'm a fan of her twerk
If this life is but a dream then this life's a dream
All I wanted was to get on and put on the team yeah
This jewelry got me feelin like I'm winnin yeah
The way this paper coming like I'm almost there
Done leveled up my crib my whip my bank account
Way off the ground and aint comin down
No time for fake ones
They test my patience
Stay down wit my day ones
Way down wit my day ones
Keep my circle tight watch my company
Grass cut for these snakes when they come for me ooh yea
Writer: Armande Milhouse
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid