And I'm with a bitch so bad, she bad, she ball out
I'm in the coupe and I hang out the window
I'm ready to fall out
Yea, and the niggas I grew up with in the system
Yea they in the dog house
Yea rock chrome hearts shades
Got chrome heart plays
I had a chrome heart day
I had to, I had to, Stop yo new mixtape
You need to throw it away
I had to, I had to, I had to come with the Marni slide
I had to get on the grind and pop my shit I couldn't apologize
I had to get in my,
I had to get in my bag
I'm in the back of Cadillac and I'm riding down Michigan Ave.
Rolling a Trey-Five on my lap
Checking the score we up on the math,
I was in school, I was skipping class
And she know that I'm a baller,
Told lil baby let me hit it off the glass
Dior Jeans I sag, We don't f*ck with rats
I got stain I got finesse, blow your brain out bout a check
This hoe talking bout she love me
I'm like lil bitch whats the catch?
Them boys hop out that Toyota and no yoga you get stretched
Shoutout to my Motorolla it could make a lot of sense
Niggas try this shit, it's bullet-proof like f*ckin 50 Cent
She some pretty shit she keep her nails done and stay on 10
I'm on some different shit, she thought lil Two was 'finna pay her rent
I had to, I had to, I had to come with the Marni slide
I had to get on the grind and pop my shit I couldn't apologize
I had to get in my,
I had to get in my bag
I'm in the back of Cadillac and I'm riding down Michigan Ave.
Rolling a Trey-Five on my lap
Checking the score we up on the math,
I was in school, I was skipping class
And she know that I'm a baller,
Told lil baby let me hit it off the glass
I got a different type of jet-lag, flying off of first class
I seen you post that lil cash I know that that's your first bag
I'm tryna get shit cracking, hopping up out of the Wagon
I got a bankroll stuffing up all of my pocket so thats why I'm sagging
Yea and I'm smoking on good dope you know twin just got in a new 'lil package
Hedi Slimane denim I got the shit and you can't get em
I'm a laneswitcher, foreign cars and painkillers
Foreign broads and drank nigga
Pictures that we paint, nigga
Tom Fords shades niggas
Look like I work at a bank nigga
If I do not got my fye then I do not feel safe wit ya.
For real
You know dem computerz watchin
They watching
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And I'm with a bitch so bad, she bad, she ball out
I'm in the coupe and I hang out the window
I'm ready to fall out
Yea, and the niggas I grew up with in the system
Yea they in the dog house
Yea rock chrome hearts shades
Got chrome heart plays
I had a chrome heart day
I had to, I had to, Stop yo new mixtape
You need to throw it away
I had to, I had to, I had to come with the Marni slide
I had to get on the grind and pop my shit I couldn't apologize
I had to get in my,
I had to get in my bag
I'm in the back of Cadillac and I'm riding down Michigan Ave.
Rolling a Trey-Five on my lap
Checking the score we up on the math,
I was in school, I was skipping class
And she know that I'm a baller,
Told lil baby let me hit it off the glass
Dior Jeans I sag, We don't f*ck with rats
I got stain I got finesse, blow your brain out bout a check
This hoe talking bout she love me
I'm like lil bitch whats the catch?
Them boys hop out that Toyota and no yoga you get stretched
Shoutout to my Motorolla it could make a lot of sense
Niggas try this shit, it's bullet-proof like f*ckin 50 Cent
She some pretty shit she keep her nails done and stay on 10
I'm on some different shit, she thought lil Two was 'finna pay her rent
I had to, I had to, I had to come with the Marni slide
I had to get on the grind and pop my shit I couldn't apologize
I had to get in my,
I had to get in my bag
I'm in the back of Cadillac and I'm riding down Michigan Ave.
Rolling a Trey-Five on my lap
Checking the score we up on the math,
I was in school, I was skipping class
And she know that I'm a baller,
Told lil baby let me hit it off the glass
I got a different type of jet-lag, flying off of first class
I seen you post that lil cash I know that that's your first bag
I'm tryna get shit cracking, hopping up out of the Wagon
I got a bankroll stuffing up all of my pocket so thats why I'm sagging
Yea and I'm smoking on good dope you know twin just got in a new 'lil package
Hedi Slimane denim I got the shit and you can't get em
I'm a laneswitcher, foreign cars and painkillers
Foreign broads and drank nigga
Pictures that we paint, nigga
Tom Fords shades niggas
Look like I work at a bank nigga
If I do not got my fye then I do not feel safe wit ya.
For real
You know dem computerz watchin
They watching
I'm in the coupe and I hang out the window
I'm ready to fall out
Yea, and the niggas I grew up with in the system
Yea they in the dog house
Yea rock chrome hearts shades
Got chrome heart plays
I had a chrome heart day
I had to, I had to, Stop yo new mixtape
You need to throw it away
I had to, I had to, I had to come with the Marni slide
I had to get on the grind and pop my shit I couldn't apologize
I had to get in my,
I had to get in my bag
I'm in the back of Cadillac and I'm riding down Michigan Ave.
Rolling a Trey-Five on my lap
Checking the score we up on the math,
I was in school, I was skipping class
And she know that I'm a baller,
Told lil baby let me hit it off the glass
Dior Jeans I sag, We don't f*ck with rats
I got stain I got finesse, blow your brain out bout a check
This hoe talking bout she love me
I'm like lil bitch whats the catch?
Them boys hop out that Toyota and no yoga you get stretched
Shoutout to my Motorolla it could make a lot of sense
Niggas try this shit, it's bullet-proof like f*ckin 50 Cent
She some pretty shit she keep her nails done and stay on 10
I'm on some different shit, she thought lil Two was 'finna pay her rent
I had to, I had to, I had to come with the Marni slide
I had to get on the grind and pop my shit I couldn't apologize
I had to get in my,
I had to get in my bag
I'm in the back of Cadillac and I'm riding down Michigan Ave.
Rolling a Trey-Five on my lap
Checking the score we up on the math,
I was in school, I was skipping class
And she know that I'm a baller,
Told lil baby let me hit it off the glass
I got a different type of jet-lag, flying off of first class
I seen you post that lil cash I know that that's your first bag
I'm tryna get shit cracking, hopping up out of the Wagon
I got a bankroll stuffing up all of my pocket so thats why I'm sagging
Yea and I'm smoking on good dope you know twin just got in a new 'lil package
Hedi Slimane denim I got the shit and you can't get em
I'm a laneswitcher, foreign cars and painkillers
Foreign broads and drank nigga
Pictures that we paint, nigga
Tom Fords shades niggas
Look like I work at a bank nigga
If I do not got my fye then I do not feel safe wit ya.
For real
You know dem computerz watchin
They watching
Writer: Elijah G
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