Garth Brooks on a runway
Flight to Cali going one way
Boys in Atlanta the midway
My Bedroom Feng Shui
Living room like a show room
My drip Jeff Goldbloom
Know the pacc get too loud
But we can't turn it down dude
Wearing grey sweats in my suite (Sweet)
I got your girl on my meat (Meat)
Come to my show and we meet (Meet)
She sending pics of her feet (Feet)
First night let me beat it up
Whole foods how I eat it up
Red Bull I don't sleep enough
Leg pulled you ain't keeping
Oh, nah dude, it's all cool
I just knew her from law school (He's a friend)
I ain't say I went to law school (Hmm)
I'm the plug and I hard bool (Oh)
But I do got degrees
She swallow not sneeze
She a queen on her knees
She giving deals on the fees
She gon' nudge the judge
Tell him I ain't really guilty (He's not guilty)
He's gon' look right at me
Say "Bitch, he's guilty"
She gon' be like "Nah, he's cool nigga, trust me"
The judge gon' be like
"f*ck did you just call me nigga, what the f*ck?"
They gon' throw out the book (Book)
They gon' throw out the case (Case)
Imma Tay-K my ass off
Me and Rokk do the race
Me and Rokk do the dash
With the squad taking tabs
Melting face in Miami
Condo look like a lab (Lab)
Blowing loud at Rolling Loud
On stage at Rolling Loud
I'm walking on Gucci clouds
I'm shredded like Gucci now
My side bitch Louis down
She got it from her main nigga
I ain't send the girl a dime bro
She flew in on his plane nigga
White boy on wallstreet
Bad bitch Puerto Rican
He thinks I'm her gay friend
Whole time I been beatin'
Every time we go out eatin'
I always order steak (Steak)
I finesse and finnam
I don't care what it takes
Learned that shit from Guapdadd 4000
How I run it up
Get a bag, Can't get enough
Drummer boy how I drum it up (Drum)
I came with a big bag
Like I just left Macy's
But I walk in Balenci's
Y'all niggas can't phase me
Y'all niggas need to forfeit
Y'all know you can't afford shit
We drip head to toe now
Slip sliding out the door bitch
Need a mop when I walk
Turn to puddles when I talk
She be with her man gawking
He pray to god I don't stop
Hit my gram she stalking
She gon' see that I'm popping
You do what you want when you poppin'
You do what you want when you poppin'
Yeah nigga we on now
So gon' head and turn us up
Yeah nigga we on now
Moonrokk got us going up
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English
Garth Brooks on a runway
Flight to Cali going one way
Boys in Atlanta the midway
My Bedroom Feng Shui
Living room like a show room
My drip Jeff Goldbloom
Know the pacc get too loud
But we can't turn it down dude
Wearing grey sweats in my suite (Sweet)
I got your girl on my meat (Meat)
Come to my show and we meet (Meet)
She sending pics of her feet (Feet)
First night let me beat it up
Whole foods how I eat it up
Red Bull I don't sleep enough
Leg pulled you ain't keeping
Oh, nah dude, it's all cool
I just knew her from law school (He's a friend)
I ain't say I went to law school (Hmm)
I'm the plug and I hard bool (Oh)
But I do got degrees
She swallow not sneeze
She a queen on her knees
She giving deals on the fees
She gon' nudge the judge
Tell him I ain't really guilty (He's not guilty)
He's gon' look right at me
Say "Bitch, he's guilty"
She gon' be like "Nah, he's cool nigga, trust me"
The judge gon' be like
"f*ck did you just call me nigga, what the f*ck?"
They gon' throw out the book (Book)
They gon' throw out the case (Case)
Imma Tay-K my ass off
Me and Rokk do the race
Me and Rokk do the dash
With the squad taking tabs
Melting face in Miami
Condo look like a lab (Lab)
Blowing loud at Rolling Loud
On stage at Rolling Loud
I'm walking on Gucci clouds
I'm shredded like Gucci now
My side bitch Louis down
She got it from her main nigga
I ain't send the girl a dime bro
She flew in on his plane nigga
White boy on wallstreet
Bad bitch Puerto Rican
He thinks I'm her gay friend
Whole time I been beatin'
Every time we go out eatin'
I always order steak (Steak)
I finesse and finnam
I don't care what it takes
Learned that shit from Guapdadd 4000
How I run it up
Get a bag, Can't get enough
Drummer boy how I drum it up (Drum)
I came with a big bag
Like I just left Macy's
But I walk in Balenci's
Y'all niggas can't phase me
Y'all niggas need to forfeit
Y'all know you can't afford shit
We drip head to toe now
Slip sliding out the door bitch
Need a mop when I walk
Turn to puddles when I talk
She be with her man gawking
He pray to god I don't stop
Hit my gram she stalking
She gon' see that I'm popping
You do what you want when you poppin'
You do what you want when you poppin'
Yeah nigga we on now
So gon' head and turn us up
Yeah nigga we on now
Moonrokk got us going up
Flight to Cali going one way
Boys in Atlanta the midway
My Bedroom Feng Shui
Living room like a show room
My drip Jeff Goldbloom
Know the pacc get too loud
But we can't turn it down dude
Wearing grey sweats in my suite (Sweet)
I got your girl on my meat (Meat)
Come to my show and we meet (Meet)
She sending pics of her feet (Feet)
First night let me beat it up
Whole foods how I eat it up
Red Bull I don't sleep enough
Leg pulled you ain't keeping
Oh, nah dude, it's all cool
I just knew her from law school (He's a friend)
I ain't say I went to law school (Hmm)
I'm the plug and I hard bool (Oh)
But I do got degrees
She swallow not sneeze
She a queen on her knees
She giving deals on the fees
She gon' nudge the judge
Tell him I ain't really guilty (He's not guilty)
He's gon' look right at me
Say "Bitch, he's guilty"
She gon' be like "Nah, he's cool nigga, trust me"
The judge gon' be like
"f*ck did you just call me nigga, what the f*ck?"
They gon' throw out the book (Book)
They gon' throw out the case (Case)
Imma Tay-K my ass off
Me and Rokk do the race
Me and Rokk do the dash
With the squad taking tabs
Melting face in Miami
Condo look like a lab (Lab)
Blowing loud at Rolling Loud
On stage at Rolling Loud
I'm walking on Gucci clouds
I'm shredded like Gucci now
My side bitch Louis down
She got it from her main nigga
I ain't send the girl a dime bro
She flew in on his plane nigga
White boy on wallstreet
Bad bitch Puerto Rican
He thinks I'm her gay friend
Whole time I been beatin'
Every time we go out eatin'
I always order steak (Steak)
I finesse and finnam
I don't care what it takes
Learned that shit from Guapdadd 4000
How I run it up
Get a bag, Can't get enough
Drummer boy how I drum it up (Drum)
I came with a big bag
Like I just left Macy's
But I walk in Balenci's
Y'all niggas can't phase me
Y'all niggas need to forfeit
Y'all know you can't afford shit
We drip head to toe now
Slip sliding out the door bitch
Need a mop when I walk
Turn to puddles when I talk
She be with her man gawking
He pray to god I don't stop
Hit my gram she stalking
She gon' see that I'm popping
You do what you want when you poppin'
You do what you want when you poppin'
Yeah nigga we on now
So gon' head and turn us up
Yeah nigga we on now
Moonrokk got us going up
Writer: Tyler Langhorn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid