F*ck a ten, need a hundred racks, on a plane smokin' jet-lag
Spent the money, then I run it back She get in and she throw a back
Trap house jumping like Kobe Watch her act like she know me
Chief Keef macaroni Bought a chain for the homie
If he cant break bread he fake I had one more buck on my plate
It was me and bro, we was at the store and both of us had 50 cent cakes
I'm faded, she jaded They hatin', ayy, look, look
Who knew she was two-tone? Bad bitch got some Rick Owen
Askin' me how I took off Like the motherf*ckin' roof gone
F*ck a bitch took her back home I think I just broke her backbone
Wax on, wax off, ayy I like the booty when it's soft, ayy
I'm my own damn boss, ayy Learnin' how to take a loss, ayy
Hit just a club, then money get tossed I hit the mall play a game of ball
They look at me when I walk through the hall Thank you, God, now my money long
I can go make a money song Hangin' in, this a trap-a-thon
Run this money like a marathon This gun gotta switch on
Can't shit on me, not even King Kong I like my drum with a beam on
Like Aero Smith, nigga, dream on, ayy Like Aero Smith, nigga, dream on, ayy, ayy
F*ck a ten, need a hundred racks on the plane, smokin' jet lag
Spent the money, then I run it back She get in and she throw back
Trap house jump like Kobe Watch her act like she know me
Chief Keef, Macaroni Bought a chain for the homie
If he can't break bread, he fake I had one more buck on my plate
It was me and bro, we was at the store and bot of us, got 50 cent cake
I'm faded, she jaded
They hatin' they hatin, ayy
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F*ck a ten, need a hundred racks, on a plane smokin' jet-lag
Spent the money, then I run it back She get in and she throw a back
Trap house jumping like Kobe Watch her act like she know me
Chief Keef macaroni Bought a chain for the homie
If he cant break bread he fake I had one more buck on my plate
It was me and bro, we was at the store and both of us had 50 cent cakes
I'm faded, she jaded They hatin', ayy, look, look
Who knew she was two-tone? Bad bitch got some Rick Owen
Askin' me how I took off Like the motherf*ckin' roof gone
F*ck a bitch took her back home I think I just broke her backbone
Wax on, wax off, ayy I like the booty when it's soft, ayy
I'm my own damn boss, ayy Learnin' how to take a loss, ayy
Hit just a club, then money get tossed I hit the mall play a game of ball
They look at me when I walk through the hall Thank you, God, now my money long
I can go make a money song Hangin' in, this a trap-a-thon
Run this money like a marathon This gun gotta switch on
Can't shit on me, not even King Kong I like my drum with a beam on
Like Aero Smith, nigga, dream on, ayy Like Aero Smith, nigga, dream on, ayy, ayy
F*ck a ten, need a hundred racks on the plane, smokin' jet lag
Spent the money, then I run it back She get in and she throw back
Trap house jump like Kobe Watch her act like she know me
Chief Keef, Macaroni Bought a chain for the homie
If he can't break bread, he fake I had one more buck on my plate
It was me and bro, we was at the store and bot of us, got 50 cent cake
I'm faded, she jaded
They hatin' they hatin, ayy
Spent the money, then I run it back She get in and she throw a back
Trap house jumping like Kobe Watch her act like she know me
Chief Keef macaroni Bought a chain for the homie
If he cant break bread he fake I had one more buck on my plate
It was me and bro, we was at the store and both of us had 50 cent cakes
I'm faded, she jaded They hatin', ayy, look, look
Who knew she was two-tone? Bad bitch got some Rick Owen
Askin' me how I took off Like the motherf*ckin' roof gone
F*ck a bitch took her back home I think I just broke her backbone
Wax on, wax off, ayy I like the booty when it's soft, ayy
I'm my own damn boss, ayy Learnin' how to take a loss, ayy
Hit just a club, then money get tossed I hit the mall play a game of ball
They look at me when I walk through the hall Thank you, God, now my money long
I can go make a money song Hangin' in, this a trap-a-thon
Run this money like a marathon This gun gotta switch on
Can't shit on me, not even King Kong I like my drum with a beam on
Like Aero Smith, nigga, dream on, ayy Like Aero Smith, nigga, dream on, ayy, ayy
F*ck a ten, need a hundred racks on the plane, smokin' jet lag
Spent the money, then I run it back She get in and she throw back
Trap house jump like Kobe Watch her act like she know me
Chief Keef, Macaroni Bought a chain for the homie
If he can't break bread, he fake I had one more buck on my plate
It was me and bro, we was at the store and bot of us, got 50 cent cake
I'm faded, she jaded
They hatin' they hatin, ayy
Writer: Adrian Garcia
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