Everywhere I go, they all gon' scream my name
When I walk inside the building, yeah, they all gon' know my name
Bitches in my DMs, but I know they all the same
Taking pictures, asking questions, getting all up in my face
Do you really, really love me, or do you just love my fame
I do this shit for my gang
Put you in the ground if you gon' say the wrong things
All this ice around my neck, it look like hockey, no Wayne
Money got me going crazy, I can't f*ck with no lames
Pulling up in my ride, she say that she tryna slide
But girl, I'd rather be by myself
Social suicide, I just stay inside
Unless it's gonna help me and my wealth
Louis V on my shelf
She told me she want Gucci jeans and a Prada belt
But I won't let no hoe use me, she can go to hell
Can go to hell, go to hell
She can go to hell
I won't wish her well
Nah, nah, I won't wish her well
Bim told me her boyfriend's a bitch, I could f*cking tell
When I walk inside the building, yeah, they all gon' know my name
Bitches in my DMs, but I know they all the same
Taking pictures, asking questions, getting all up in my face
Do you really love me or do you just love my fame
I do this shit for my gang
Put you in the ground if you gon' say the wrong things
All this ice around my neck, it look like hockey, no Wayne
Money got me going crazy, I can't f*ck with no lames
Bling bling, AP watch, shining bright, yeah
Cha-ching, all I see, dollar signs, yeah
Can't touch me, I'm way too high now
Can't f*ck me, hoe, better pipe down
Yeah, ayy, I'm too fly now
They all tryna milk me for clout, I'm a cash cow
Yeah, ayy, I'm too high now
Swervin' through the lanes in my whip, I might crash now
Swervin' through the lanes in my whip, I might crash now
Swervin' through the lanes in my whip
When I walk inside the building, yeah, they all gon' know my name
Bitches in my DMs, but I know they all the same
Taking pictures, asking questions, getting all up in my face
Do you really really love me or do you just love my fame
I do this shit for my gang
Put you in the ground if you gon' say the wrong things
All this ice around my neck, it look like hockey, no Wayne
Money got me going crazy, I can't f*ck with no lames
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Everywhere I go, they all gon' scream my name
When I walk inside the building, yeah, they all gon' know my name
Bitches in my DMs, but I know they all the same
Taking pictures, asking questions, getting all up in my face
Do you really, really love me, or do you just love my fame
I do this shit for my gang
Put you in the ground if you gon' say the wrong things
All this ice around my neck, it look like hockey, no Wayne
Money got me going crazy, I can't f*ck with no lames
Pulling up in my ride, she say that she tryna slide
But girl, I'd rather be by myself
Social suicide, I just stay inside
Unless it's gonna help me and my wealth
Louis V on my shelf
She told me she want Gucci jeans and a Prada belt
But I won't let no hoe use me, she can go to hell
Can go to hell, go to hell
She can go to hell
I won't wish her well
Nah, nah, I won't wish her well
Bim told me her boyfriend's a bitch, I could f*cking tell
When I walk inside the building, yeah, they all gon' know my name
Bitches in my DMs, but I know they all the same
Taking pictures, asking questions, getting all up in my face
Do you really love me or do you just love my fame
I do this shit for my gang
Put you in the ground if you gon' say the wrong things
All this ice around my neck, it look like hockey, no Wayne
Money got me going crazy, I can't f*ck with no lames
Bling bling, AP watch, shining bright, yeah
Cha-ching, all I see, dollar signs, yeah
Can't touch me, I'm way too high now
Can't f*ck me, hoe, better pipe down
Yeah, ayy, I'm too fly now
They all tryna milk me for clout, I'm a cash cow
Yeah, ayy, I'm too high now
Swervin' through the lanes in my whip, I might crash now
Swervin' through the lanes in my whip, I might crash now
Swervin' through the lanes in my whip
When I walk inside the building, yeah, they all gon' know my name
Bitches in my DMs, but I know they all the same
Taking pictures, asking questions, getting all up in my face
Do you really really love me or do you just love my fame
I do this shit for my gang
Put you in the ground if you gon' say the wrong things
All this ice around my neck, it look like hockey, no Wayne
Money got me going crazy, I can't f*ck with no lames
When I walk inside the building, yeah, they all gon' know my name
Bitches in my DMs, but I know they all the same
Taking pictures, asking questions, getting all up in my face
Do you really, really love me, or do you just love my fame
I do this shit for my gang
Put you in the ground if you gon' say the wrong things
All this ice around my neck, it look like hockey, no Wayne
Money got me going crazy, I can't f*ck with no lames
Pulling up in my ride, she say that she tryna slide
But girl, I'd rather be by myself
Social suicide, I just stay inside
Unless it's gonna help me and my wealth
Louis V on my shelf
She told me she want Gucci jeans and a Prada belt
But I won't let no hoe use me, she can go to hell
Can go to hell, go to hell
She can go to hell
I won't wish her well
Nah, nah, I won't wish her well
Bim told me her boyfriend's a bitch, I could f*cking tell
When I walk inside the building, yeah, they all gon' know my name
Bitches in my DMs, but I know they all the same
Taking pictures, asking questions, getting all up in my face
Do you really love me or do you just love my fame
I do this shit for my gang
Put you in the ground if you gon' say the wrong things
All this ice around my neck, it look like hockey, no Wayne
Money got me going crazy, I can't f*ck with no lames
Bling bling, AP watch, shining bright, yeah
Cha-ching, all I see, dollar signs, yeah
Can't touch me, I'm way too high now
Can't f*ck me, hoe, better pipe down
Yeah, ayy, I'm too fly now
They all tryna milk me for clout, I'm a cash cow
Yeah, ayy, I'm too high now
Swervin' through the lanes in my whip, I might crash now
Swervin' through the lanes in my whip, I might crash now
Swervin' through the lanes in my whip
When I walk inside the building, yeah, they all gon' know my name
Bitches in my DMs, but I know they all the same
Taking pictures, asking questions, getting all up in my face
Do you really really love me or do you just love my fame
I do this shit for my gang
Put you in the ground if you gon' say the wrong things
All this ice around my neck, it look like hockey, no Wayne
Money got me going crazy, I can't f*ck with no lames
Writer: Stephen Boutilier
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid