You be out here fronting and you think I don't know
But I been out here flexing cause thats really what I do
You say you got a Rollie so your wrist is on glow
But I ain't got a Rollie still got more money than you
F*ck up a bag , f*ck up a bag, f*ck it up
F*ck up a bag, I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
Lately I been running out of time
Send money every single dime
People calling blowing up my phone
Questioning why i'm never home.
Maybe cause i'm always on the road.
Spend money bring back more.
Money money always on my mind
When I die bury me with mine...
Dont gotta be rich just wealth enough to do what you wanna
I'm sipping Henny in these double cups
All this money give me paper cuts
Pilling paper never penny pinching
Tell your bitch i'm pimp pull the Bentley up
Give valet the keys to Bentley truck
One scratch on my Bentley you know was sup
You be out here fronting and you think I don't know
But I been out here flexing cause thats really what I do
You say you got a Rollie so your wrist is on glow
But I ain't got a Rollie still got more money than you
F*ck up a bag , f*ck up a bag, f*ck it up
F*ck up a bag, I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
Out here getting money on my own
Certified bitch should know
20, 50, 100 how I grown
Reflecting on the ones I made and blown
Dis A bitch and now she on her own
She want me back it might be my colonel
Im dripping sauce you want to pour it on
Cause i'm boss like Michael Corleone
Now who want to f*ck with me
All my diamonds Shun Cutlery
I flex on your bitch now loving me
I laugh at the hoes who was dubbing me
Now that i'm on they keep subbing me
And now you broke Niggas play brother too me
Aww shit all you broke Niggas play brother to me
You be out here fronting and you think I don't know
But I been out here flexing cause thats really what I do
You say you got a Rollie so your wrist is on glow
But I ain't got a Rollie still got more money than you
F*ck up a bag , f*ck up a bag, f*ck it up
F*ck up a bag, I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
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You be out here fronting and you think I don't know
But I been out here flexing cause thats really what I do
You say you got a Rollie so your wrist is on glow
But I ain't got a Rollie still got more money than you
F*ck up a bag , f*ck up a bag, f*ck it up
F*ck up a bag, I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
Lately I been running out of time
Send money every single dime
People calling blowing up my phone
Questioning why i'm never home.
Maybe cause i'm always on the road.
Spend money bring back more.
Money money always on my mind
When I die bury me with mine...
Dont gotta be rich just wealth enough to do what you wanna
I'm sipping Henny in these double cups
All this money give me paper cuts
Pilling paper never penny pinching
Tell your bitch i'm pimp pull the Bentley up
Give valet the keys to Bentley truck
One scratch on my Bentley you know was sup
You be out here fronting and you think I don't know
But I been out here flexing cause thats really what I do
You say you got a Rollie so your wrist is on glow
But I ain't got a Rollie still got more money than you
F*ck up a bag , f*ck up a bag, f*ck it up
F*ck up a bag, I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
Out here getting money on my own
Certified bitch should know
20, 50, 100 how I grown
Reflecting on the ones I made and blown
Dis A bitch and now she on her own
She want me back it might be my colonel
Im dripping sauce you want to pour it on
Cause i'm boss like Michael Corleone
Now who want to f*ck with me
All my diamonds Shun Cutlery
I flex on your bitch now loving me
I laugh at the hoes who was dubbing me
Now that i'm on they keep subbing me
And now you broke Niggas play brother too me
Aww shit all you broke Niggas play brother to me
You be out here fronting and you think I don't know
But I been out here flexing cause thats really what I do
You say you got a Rollie so your wrist is on glow
But I ain't got a Rollie still got more money than you
F*ck up a bag , f*ck up a bag, f*ck it up
F*ck up a bag, I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
But I been out here flexing cause thats really what I do
You say you got a Rollie so your wrist is on glow
But I ain't got a Rollie still got more money than you
F*ck up a bag , f*ck up a bag, f*ck it up
F*ck up a bag, I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
Lately I been running out of time
Send money every single dime
People calling blowing up my phone
Questioning why i'm never home.
Maybe cause i'm always on the road.
Spend money bring back more.
Money money always on my mind
When I die bury me with mine...
Dont gotta be rich just wealth enough to do what you wanna
I'm sipping Henny in these double cups
All this money give me paper cuts
Pilling paper never penny pinching
Tell your bitch i'm pimp pull the Bentley up
Give valet the keys to Bentley truck
One scratch on my Bentley you know was sup
You be out here fronting and you think I don't know
But I been out here flexing cause thats really what I do
You say you got a Rollie so your wrist is on glow
But I ain't got a Rollie still got more money than you
F*ck up a bag , f*ck up a bag, f*ck it up
F*ck up a bag, I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
Out here getting money on my own
Certified bitch should know
20, 50, 100 how I grown
Reflecting on the ones I made and blown
Dis A bitch and now she on her own
She want me back it might be my colonel
Im dripping sauce you want to pour it on
Cause i'm boss like Michael Corleone
Now who want to f*ck with me
All my diamonds Shun Cutlery
I flex on your bitch now loving me
I laugh at the hoes who was dubbing me
Now that i'm on they keep subbing me
And now you broke Niggas play brother too me
Aww shit all you broke Niggas play brother to me
You be out here fronting and you think I don't know
But I been out here flexing cause thats really what I do
You say you got a Rollie so your wrist is on glow
But I ain't got a Rollie still got more money than you
F*ck up a bag , f*ck up a bag, f*ck it up
F*ck up a bag, I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
I f*ck up a bag , I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up
Writer: Kwame pouncy
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