Ha
Man I just been feeling real good lately
I just need talk my shit
She want the life that come with a rapper
Not that nigga he a online capper
My money like books onto a new chapter
Bought her a Birkin and told her I bagged her
This shit too easy they not on my tier
They talk about diamonds there's one in my ear
There's some in the chain so look right here
I'm dripping too hard like I fell in the pier
Told her it's over I sent her the text
Got tired of her then went on to the next
I know that they talking they talking the best
I run up them racks all day no rest
She talk about work it's done on her chest
My bitch is a A no need for a test
I heard that you cuffing her under arrest
Jet lag, I just flew out to the west
This street shit crazy
I done' got PTSD from the shit I done' seen
No red dot beam on the gun and it's green
Ain't remixing songs I'm remixing lean
He sipping on fake that's cutthroat (ahh)
I'm in DC and I'm eating on mumbo
She got a nose like the ears up on Dumbo
50 round Glock imma give him a drumroll
Went to her crib skrt'ed off in a Lambo
I got a check spent half on ammo
Put that boy on a tv he like a channel
He wore all black turned his shit to a flannel
7 bands in one pocket, KD (Ahh)
I spent it all on straps from the Navy
I get a check spent that on the daily
That nigga two faced on the low he gone hate me
I'm off a perc she touch me I'm numb
I getting these racks my money going dumb
I'm ballin' like Jordan I don't need to jump
Don't play with my money my niggas got drums
It sound like a band when we pulling up
Just skrt'ed off left that lil boy with some slugs
I paid about five for what's in my cup
She slept on me well that bitch outta luck
She want the life that come with a rapper
Not that nigga he a online capper
My money like books onto a new chapter
Bought her a Birkin and told her I bagged her
This shit too easy they not on my tier
They talk about diamonds there's one in my ear
There's some in the chain so look right here
I'm dripping too hard like I fell in the pier
Told her it's over I sent her the text
Got tired of her then went on to the next
I know that they talking they talking the best
I run up them racks all day no rest
She talk about work it's done on her chest
My bitch is a A no need for a test
I heard that you cuffing her under arrest
Jet lag, I just flew out to the west
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Ha
Man I just been feeling real good lately
I just need talk my shit
She want the life that come with a rapper
Not that nigga he a online capper
My money like books onto a new chapter
Bought her a Birkin and told her I bagged her
This shit too easy they not on my tier
They talk about diamonds there's one in my ear
There's some in the chain so look right here
I'm dripping too hard like I fell in the pier
Told her it's over I sent her the text
Got tired of her then went on to the next
I know that they talking they talking the best
I run up them racks all day no rest
She talk about work it's done on her chest
My bitch is a A no need for a test
I heard that you cuffing her under arrest
Jet lag, I just flew out to the west
This street shit crazy
I done' got PTSD from the shit I done' seen
No red dot beam on the gun and it's green
Ain't remixing songs I'm remixing lean
He sipping on fake that's cutthroat (ahh)
I'm in DC and I'm eating on mumbo
She got a nose like the ears up on Dumbo
50 round Glock imma give him a drumroll
Went to her crib skrt'ed off in a Lambo
I got a check spent half on ammo
Put that boy on a tv he like a channel
He wore all black turned his shit to a flannel
7 bands in one pocket, KD (Ahh)
I spent it all on straps from the Navy
I get a check spent that on the daily
That nigga two faced on the low he gone hate me
I'm off a perc she touch me I'm numb
I getting these racks my money going dumb
I'm ballin' like Jordan I don't need to jump
Don't play with my money my niggas got drums
It sound like a band when we pulling up
Just skrt'ed off left that lil boy with some slugs
I paid about five for what's in my cup
She slept on me well that bitch outta luck
She want the life that come with a rapper
Not that nigga he a online capper
My money like books onto a new chapter
Bought her a Birkin and told her I bagged her
This shit too easy they not on my tier
They talk about diamonds there's one in my ear
There's some in the chain so look right here
I'm dripping too hard like I fell in the pier
Told her it's over I sent her the text
Got tired of her then went on to the next
I know that they talking they talking the best
I run up them racks all day no rest
She talk about work it's done on her chest
My bitch is a A no need for a test
I heard that you cuffing her under arrest
Jet lag, I just flew out to the west
Man I just been feeling real good lately
I just need talk my shit
She want the life that come with a rapper
Not that nigga he a online capper
My money like books onto a new chapter
Bought her a Birkin and told her I bagged her
This shit too easy they not on my tier
They talk about diamonds there's one in my ear
There's some in the chain so look right here
I'm dripping too hard like I fell in the pier
Told her it's over I sent her the text
Got tired of her then went on to the next
I know that they talking they talking the best
I run up them racks all day no rest
She talk about work it's done on her chest
My bitch is a A no need for a test
I heard that you cuffing her under arrest
Jet lag, I just flew out to the west
This street shit crazy
I done' got PTSD from the shit I done' seen
No red dot beam on the gun and it's green
Ain't remixing songs I'm remixing lean
He sipping on fake that's cutthroat (ahh)
I'm in DC and I'm eating on mumbo
She got a nose like the ears up on Dumbo
50 round Glock imma give him a drumroll
Went to her crib skrt'ed off in a Lambo
I got a check spent half on ammo
Put that boy on a tv he like a channel
He wore all black turned his shit to a flannel
7 bands in one pocket, KD (Ahh)
I spent it all on straps from the Navy
I get a check spent that on the daily
That nigga two faced on the low he gone hate me
I'm off a perc she touch me I'm numb
I getting these racks my money going dumb
I'm ballin' like Jordan I don't need to jump
Don't play with my money my niggas got drums
It sound like a band when we pulling up
Just skrt'ed off left that lil boy with some slugs
I paid about five for what's in my cup
She slept on me well that bitch outta luck
She want the life that come with a rapper
Not that nigga he a online capper
My money like books onto a new chapter
Bought her a Birkin and told her I bagged her
This shit too easy they not on my tier
They talk about diamonds there's one in my ear
There's some in the chain so look right here
I'm dripping too hard like I fell in the pier
Told her it's over I sent her the text
Got tired of her then went on to the next
I know that they talking they talking the best
I run up them racks all day no rest
She talk about work it's done on her chest
My bitch is a A no need for a test
I heard that you cuffing her under arrest
Jet lag, I just flew out to the west
Writer: Brandon Puckett
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid