(Shoutout to Yibbe my bro
And you know that we out here cooking on the kitchenstove)
Oh back on the road
Sellin out tickets then sellin out shows
I'm chasing every bag getting that dough
Reaching the top of the top of the boards (oh ye)
All in controll, I got no boss I do things on my own
Everyone diggin this allround the globe
Ice on my neck yes it's vvs stone(oh ye)
Always to lit, living like this
I just turn my gyal into a rich bitch
Pushing 150 in my tinted whip
You know that shit is fly but it don't feature wings
Go on a vacay to solar epclipse round the world, pls my girl just till me if you will
F*ck livin in town build a house on the hill
Ain't no hallucinations you know this shit's real
Take over the wheel drive to panama
Ain't be no stressing, words straight from allah
Fly you to italy straight to milan
Or we go straight to chinatown maybe taiwan
Don't worry bout shit
Cuz you know that we ballin foreal we get mill after mill
Scary like horror we giving them chills, ye they don't f*ck around cuz they know we we kill
Oh you have my soul
Take a grasp hope you never let go
Cuz with you I just wanna grow old
And if I have enough I will still keep on going out searchin for more
Whatch is on froze, give out to the people I know
And reach out to the people I owe
And f*ck all of you bitches that's still talking shit behind all the closed doors
Oh back on the road
Sellin out tickets then sellin out shows
I'm chasing every bag getting that dough
Reaching the top of the top of the boards (oh ye)
All in controll, I got no boss I do things on my own
Everyone diggin this allround the globe
Ice on my neck yes it's vvs stone(oh ye)
Always to lit, living like this
I just turn my gyal into a rich bitch
Pushing 150 in my tinted whip
You know that shit is fly but it don't feature wings
Go on a vacay to solar epclipse round the world, pls my girl just till me if you will
F*ck livin in town build a house on the hill
Ain't no hallucinations you know this shit's real
Ye oh hellno
Never f*cking bitches that be out for my gold
Swervin in them rovers all the bitches comin over they be clinchin on me cuz their bank's on zero
Cape on me but I ain't no hero
I be kickin bitches like I'm leonardo
Rappers they be bogus while I'm getting all promotion
I be drownin in the money like I'm bezos
(Take over the wheel, drive to panama
Ain't be no stressin, words straight from allah
Fly you to italy straight to milan, or we go straight to chinatown maybe taiwan)
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(Shoutout to Yibbe my bro
And you know that we out here cooking on the kitchenstove)
Oh back on the road
Sellin out tickets then sellin out shows
I'm chasing every bag getting that dough
Reaching the top of the top of the boards (oh ye)
All in controll, I got no boss I do things on my own
Everyone diggin this allround the globe
Ice on my neck yes it's vvs stone(oh ye)
Always to lit, living like this
I just turn my gyal into a rich bitch
Pushing 150 in my tinted whip
You know that shit is fly but it don't feature wings
Go on a vacay to solar epclipse round the world, pls my girl just till me if you will
F*ck livin in town build a house on the hill
Ain't no hallucinations you know this shit's real
Take over the wheel drive to panama
Ain't be no stressing, words straight from allah
Fly you to italy straight to milan
Or we go straight to chinatown maybe taiwan
Don't worry bout shit
Cuz you know that we ballin foreal we get mill after mill
Scary like horror we giving them chills, ye they don't f*ck around cuz they know we we kill
Oh you have my soul
Take a grasp hope you never let go
Cuz with you I just wanna grow old
And if I have enough I will still keep on going out searchin for more
Whatch is on froze, give out to the people I know
And reach out to the people I owe
And f*ck all of you bitches that's still talking shit behind all the closed doors
Oh back on the road
Sellin out tickets then sellin out shows
I'm chasing every bag getting that dough
Reaching the top of the top of the boards (oh ye)
All in controll, I got no boss I do things on my own
Everyone diggin this allround the globe
Ice on my neck yes it's vvs stone(oh ye)
Always to lit, living like this
I just turn my gyal into a rich bitch
Pushing 150 in my tinted whip
You know that shit is fly but it don't feature wings
Go on a vacay to solar epclipse round the world, pls my girl just till me if you will
F*ck livin in town build a house on the hill
Ain't no hallucinations you know this shit's real
Ye oh hellno
Never f*cking bitches that be out for my gold
Swervin in them rovers all the bitches comin over they be clinchin on me cuz their bank's on zero
Cape on me but I ain't no hero
I be kickin bitches like I'm leonardo
Rappers they be bogus while I'm getting all promotion
I be drownin in the money like I'm bezos
(Take over the wheel, drive to panama
Ain't be no stressin, words straight from allah
Fly you to italy straight to milan, or we go straight to chinatown maybe taiwan)
And you know that we out here cooking on the kitchenstove)
Oh back on the road
Sellin out tickets then sellin out shows
I'm chasing every bag getting that dough
Reaching the top of the top of the boards (oh ye)
All in controll, I got no boss I do things on my own
Everyone diggin this allround the globe
Ice on my neck yes it's vvs stone(oh ye)
Always to lit, living like this
I just turn my gyal into a rich bitch
Pushing 150 in my tinted whip
You know that shit is fly but it don't feature wings
Go on a vacay to solar epclipse round the world, pls my girl just till me if you will
F*ck livin in town build a house on the hill
Ain't no hallucinations you know this shit's real
Take over the wheel drive to panama
Ain't be no stressing, words straight from allah
Fly you to italy straight to milan
Or we go straight to chinatown maybe taiwan
Don't worry bout shit
Cuz you know that we ballin foreal we get mill after mill
Scary like horror we giving them chills, ye they don't f*ck around cuz they know we we kill
Oh you have my soul
Take a grasp hope you never let go
Cuz with you I just wanna grow old
And if I have enough I will still keep on going out searchin for more
Whatch is on froze, give out to the people I know
And reach out to the people I owe
And f*ck all of you bitches that's still talking shit behind all the closed doors
Oh back on the road
Sellin out tickets then sellin out shows
I'm chasing every bag getting that dough
Reaching the top of the top of the boards (oh ye)
All in controll, I got no boss I do things on my own
Everyone diggin this allround the globe
Ice on my neck yes it's vvs stone(oh ye)
Always to lit, living like this
I just turn my gyal into a rich bitch
Pushing 150 in my tinted whip
You know that shit is fly but it don't feature wings
Go on a vacay to solar epclipse round the world, pls my girl just till me if you will
F*ck livin in town build a house on the hill
Ain't no hallucinations you know this shit's real
Ye oh hellno
Never f*cking bitches that be out for my gold
Swervin in them rovers all the bitches comin over they be clinchin on me cuz their bank's on zero
Cape on me but I ain't no hero
I be kickin bitches like I'm leonardo
Rappers they be bogus while I'm getting all promotion
I be drownin in the money like I'm bezos
(Take over the wheel, drive to panama
Ain't be no stressin, words straight from allah
Fly you to italy straight to milan, or we go straight to chinatown maybe taiwan)
Writer: Anton Lindström
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid