Bitch I'm hot, pop the collar on my palm angels
Can't take a loss, that's why none of them won't stop hating
Collect my guap, then I pull off in a drop baby
Do what I want, I been stacking up a lot lately
I'm in Vuitton's latest
You better stop faking
Boy quit talking 'bout that money that you not making
BB for the belt wrapped 'round my waist covered in rocks baby
Posted in the booth smoking on shit that's got a strong fragrance
Steppin' out of Saks Fifth I rock it with the tags
Focused on that bag bitch I'm only chasing cash
You be on that cap shit I'm only spitting facts
Smoking in the Aston one eighty on the dash
F*ck up a check
Diamonds on me, yea they drip down my neck
She givin' neck
Look how I'm balling, nothing but net
Just hopped off a jet
I need my bands, can't settle for less
Givenchy my chest
Louis V checkers like I'm playing chess
Woah stop it, you ain't getting cake and stuff
Like Yo Gotti, the way I go and rake it up
My flow poppin', that's how I been making bucks
Hop up on the stage, go nuts
Bitch I'm hot, pop the collar on my palm angels
Can't take a loss, that's why none of them won't stop hating
Collect my guap, then I pull off in a drop baby
Do what I want, I been stacking up a lot lately
I'm in Vuitton's latest
You better stop faking
Boy quit talking 'bout that money that you not making
BB for the belt wrapped 'round my waist covered in rocks baby
Posted in the booth smoking on shit that's got a strong fragrance
Cold as ice, bitch I'm covered up in VV's
Bape camo on my body, you can't see me
Woah, How I make this shit look easy
Triple S' how I'm steppin' these ain't yeezys
Big stacks, that's what I'm chasin' homie I can't do no
Lil' cash, whole lot of paper on me In the coupe I push the
Ceiling back, then throw one eighty on it VS water I been
Spillin' that, my wrist a glacier homie
That's cuz I'm up now
Been running through the grass like it's a touch down
Bitch I'm smoking shit that's louder than a gun sound
Imma keep on doing that until my lungs brown
My wrist bust down
Bitch I'm hot, pop the collar on my palm angels
Can't take a loss, that's why none of them won't stop hating
Collect my guap, then I pull off in a drop baby
Do what I want, I been stacking up a lot lately
I'm in Vuitton's latest
You better stop faking
Boy quit talking 'bout that money that you not making
BB for the belt wrapped 'round my waist covered in rocks baby
Posted in the booth smoking on shit that's got a strong fragrance
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Bitch I'm hot, pop the collar on my palm angels
Can't take a loss, that's why none of them won't stop hating
Collect my guap, then I pull off in a drop baby
Do what I want, I been stacking up a lot lately
I'm in Vuitton's latest
You better stop faking
Boy quit talking 'bout that money that you not making
BB for the belt wrapped 'round my waist covered in rocks baby
Posted in the booth smoking on shit that's got a strong fragrance
Steppin' out of Saks Fifth I rock it with the tags
Focused on that bag bitch I'm only chasing cash
You be on that cap shit I'm only spitting facts
Smoking in the Aston one eighty on the dash
F*ck up a check
Diamonds on me, yea they drip down my neck
She givin' neck
Look how I'm balling, nothing but net
Just hopped off a jet
I need my bands, can't settle for less
Givenchy my chest
Louis V checkers like I'm playing chess
Woah stop it, you ain't getting cake and stuff
Like Yo Gotti, the way I go and rake it up
My flow poppin', that's how I been making bucks
Hop up on the stage, go nuts
Bitch I'm hot, pop the collar on my palm angels
Can't take a loss, that's why none of them won't stop hating
Collect my guap, then I pull off in a drop baby
Do what I want, I been stacking up a lot lately
I'm in Vuitton's latest
You better stop faking
Boy quit talking 'bout that money that you not making
BB for the belt wrapped 'round my waist covered in rocks baby
Posted in the booth smoking on shit that's got a strong fragrance
Cold as ice, bitch I'm covered up in VV's
Bape camo on my body, you can't see me
Woah, How I make this shit look easy
Triple S' how I'm steppin' these ain't yeezys
Big stacks, that's what I'm chasin' homie I can't do no
Lil' cash, whole lot of paper on me In the coupe I push the
Ceiling back, then throw one eighty on it VS water I been
Spillin' that, my wrist a glacier homie
That's cuz I'm up now
Been running through the grass like it's a touch down
Bitch I'm smoking shit that's louder than a gun sound
Imma keep on doing that until my lungs brown
My wrist bust down
Bitch I'm hot, pop the collar on my palm angels
Can't take a loss, that's why none of them won't stop hating
Collect my guap, then I pull off in a drop baby
Do what I want, I been stacking up a lot lately
I'm in Vuitton's latest
You better stop faking
Boy quit talking 'bout that money that you not making
BB for the belt wrapped 'round my waist covered in rocks baby
Posted in the booth smoking on shit that's got a strong fragrance
Can't take a loss, that's why none of them won't stop hating
Collect my guap, then I pull off in a drop baby
Do what I want, I been stacking up a lot lately
I'm in Vuitton's latest
You better stop faking
Boy quit talking 'bout that money that you not making
BB for the belt wrapped 'round my waist covered in rocks baby
Posted in the booth smoking on shit that's got a strong fragrance
Steppin' out of Saks Fifth I rock it with the tags
Focused on that bag bitch I'm only chasing cash
You be on that cap shit I'm only spitting facts
Smoking in the Aston one eighty on the dash
F*ck up a check
Diamonds on me, yea they drip down my neck
She givin' neck
Look how I'm balling, nothing but net
Just hopped off a jet
I need my bands, can't settle for less
Givenchy my chest
Louis V checkers like I'm playing chess
Woah stop it, you ain't getting cake and stuff
Like Yo Gotti, the way I go and rake it up
My flow poppin', that's how I been making bucks
Hop up on the stage, go nuts
Bitch I'm hot, pop the collar on my palm angels
Can't take a loss, that's why none of them won't stop hating
Collect my guap, then I pull off in a drop baby
Do what I want, I been stacking up a lot lately
I'm in Vuitton's latest
You better stop faking
Boy quit talking 'bout that money that you not making
BB for the belt wrapped 'round my waist covered in rocks baby
Posted in the booth smoking on shit that's got a strong fragrance
Cold as ice, bitch I'm covered up in VV's
Bape camo on my body, you can't see me
Woah, How I make this shit look easy
Triple S' how I'm steppin' these ain't yeezys
Big stacks, that's what I'm chasin' homie I can't do no
Lil' cash, whole lot of paper on me In the coupe I push the
Ceiling back, then throw one eighty on it VS water I been
Spillin' that, my wrist a glacier homie
That's cuz I'm up now
Been running through the grass like it's a touch down
Bitch I'm smoking shit that's louder than a gun sound
Imma keep on doing that until my lungs brown
My wrist bust down
Bitch I'm hot, pop the collar on my palm angels
Can't take a loss, that's why none of them won't stop hating
Collect my guap, then I pull off in a drop baby
Do what I want, I been stacking up a lot lately
I'm in Vuitton's latest
You better stop faking
Boy quit talking 'bout that money that you not making
BB for the belt wrapped 'round my waist covered in rocks baby
Posted in the booth smoking on shit that's got a strong fragrance
Writer: MORGAN MICHAEL FOTTRELL
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave