Stand on my money it's making me taller
My little bro stay hungry no hoop but we ballers
I got polo on you can tell by the collar
I ain't do no college but money no problem
I came outta poverty making a profit
I looked in the mirror & said boy you a profit
They hit it one time & then walked away coughing
I broke down your girl call that pussy a coffin
This belt I got on here Fendi no Louis
Say it is smoke then it's smoke don't play stupid
This shirt I got on made by Michael no Rubin
In highschool they callin my pops said I'm truant
The streets got respect cause they know I been thru it
I don't have no cap in my rap this all true shit
I don't like to f*ck if that girl cannot deep throat
Sloppy on the back of the bus make her eat cum
I ain't do beef but I made that boy eat some
Keep chewing his words cause I made that boy eat them
Slatt on the beat like it's thug & his slimes
And I ain't old yet bitch I'm still in my prime
Ordered 4 pair of kicks I felt like spending
So much brown hunnids that ain't put a dent in it
When I go out all my pockets I'm spending it
Little bae so nasty I love how she bending it
Mixing the dolce with face cream like butter
I nut on her face that's some cum for your mother
I tapped it right in like my dick was a putter/
I quit moving dope cause the feds had they eye on me
She on my gram like that bitch is a spy on me
I ain't no counselor bitch don't you cry on me
Smoking this gas yea the octane is high on me
You ain't get money suggest that you try it
Counting this money I'm rushing I'm buzzin
You count up your welfare I'm drivin you bussin
I smile when I wake up you wake up you fussin
You talk like you know it but boy you know nothing
Got si my diamonds but vv's is near
I see the future my vision is clear
I walk by I'm drippin you walk by you stare
I just got a lineup can tell by my hair
You mad yeah you hating too bad I don't care
Did 12 racks this month on my momma I swear
Imma do it again every month of the year
I'm in space
And let me tell you
We cannot chill if you ain't getting dollaz
Told little bros I got em and that's on my momma
We raised by the muscle this Chevy not Honda
I'm dressed to the nines I got dripped in Ferragamo
Your bitch sucked my dick in public on Snapchat
She puked from the tip she said your dick is half that
After I came on her I had something to laugh at
Still got my chain on you cannot snatch that
And you cannot snatch that
I get a rush really
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Stand on my money it's making me taller
My little bro stay hungry no hoop but we ballers
I got polo on you can tell by the collar
I ain't do no college but money no problem
I came outta poverty making a profit
I looked in the mirror & said boy you a profit
They hit it one time & then walked away coughing
I broke down your girl call that pussy a coffin
This belt I got on here Fendi no Louis
Say it is smoke then it's smoke don't play stupid
This shirt I got on made by Michael no Rubin
In highschool they callin my pops said I'm truant
The streets got respect cause they know I been thru it
I don't have no cap in my rap this all true shit
I don't like to f*ck if that girl cannot deep throat
Sloppy on the back of the bus make her eat cum
I ain't do beef but I made that boy eat some
Keep chewing his words cause I made that boy eat them
Slatt on the beat like it's thug & his slimes
And I ain't old yet bitch I'm still in my prime
Ordered 4 pair of kicks I felt like spending
So much brown hunnids that ain't put a dent in it
When I go out all my pockets I'm spending it
Little bae so nasty I love how she bending it
Mixing the dolce with face cream like butter
I nut on her face that's some cum for your mother
I tapped it right in like my dick was a putter/
I quit moving dope cause the feds had they eye on me
She on my gram like that bitch is a spy on me
I ain't no counselor bitch don't you cry on me
Smoking this gas yea the octane is high on me
You ain't get money suggest that you try it
Counting this money I'm rushing I'm buzzin
You count up your welfare I'm drivin you bussin
I smile when I wake up you wake up you fussin
You talk like you know it but boy you know nothing
Got si my diamonds but vv's is near
I see the future my vision is clear
I walk by I'm drippin you walk by you stare
I just got a lineup can tell by my hair
You mad yeah you hating too bad I don't care
Did 12 racks this month on my momma I swear
Imma do it again every month of the year
I'm in space
And let me tell you
We cannot chill if you ain't getting dollaz
Told little bros I got em and that's on my momma
We raised by the muscle this Chevy not Honda
I'm dressed to the nines I got dripped in Ferragamo
Your bitch sucked my dick in public on Snapchat
She puked from the tip she said your dick is half that
After I came on her I had something to laugh at
Still got my chain on you cannot snatch that
And you cannot snatch that
I get a rush really
My little bro stay hungry no hoop but we ballers
I got polo on you can tell by the collar
I ain't do no college but money no problem
I came outta poverty making a profit
I looked in the mirror & said boy you a profit
They hit it one time & then walked away coughing
I broke down your girl call that pussy a coffin
This belt I got on here Fendi no Louis
Say it is smoke then it's smoke don't play stupid
This shirt I got on made by Michael no Rubin
In highschool they callin my pops said I'm truant
The streets got respect cause they know I been thru it
I don't have no cap in my rap this all true shit
I don't like to f*ck if that girl cannot deep throat
Sloppy on the back of the bus make her eat cum
I ain't do beef but I made that boy eat some
Keep chewing his words cause I made that boy eat them
Slatt on the beat like it's thug & his slimes
And I ain't old yet bitch I'm still in my prime
Ordered 4 pair of kicks I felt like spending
So much brown hunnids that ain't put a dent in it
When I go out all my pockets I'm spending it
Little bae so nasty I love how she bending it
Mixing the dolce with face cream like butter
I nut on her face that's some cum for your mother
I tapped it right in like my dick was a putter/
I quit moving dope cause the feds had they eye on me
She on my gram like that bitch is a spy on me
I ain't no counselor bitch don't you cry on me
Smoking this gas yea the octane is high on me
You ain't get money suggest that you try it
Counting this money I'm rushing I'm buzzin
You count up your welfare I'm drivin you bussin
I smile when I wake up you wake up you fussin
You talk like you know it but boy you know nothing
Got si my diamonds but vv's is near
I see the future my vision is clear
I walk by I'm drippin you walk by you stare
I just got a lineup can tell by my hair
You mad yeah you hating too bad I don't care
Did 12 racks this month on my momma I swear
Imma do it again every month of the year
I'm in space
And let me tell you
We cannot chill if you ain't getting dollaz
Told little bros I got em and that's on my momma
We raised by the muscle this Chevy not Honda
I'm dressed to the nines I got dripped in Ferragamo
Your bitch sucked my dick in public on Snapchat
She puked from the tip she said your dick is half that
After I came on her I had something to laugh at
Still got my chain on you cannot snatch that
And you cannot snatch that
I get a rush really
Writer: Troy McGinn
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