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Call it what you want
I just want some earrings
I don't know your name
Money long
On my way to take her home
She live up in the trey
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
Satellite, uh, out of sight, uh
Private flight, and it's top tier
Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right
I don't f*ck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes
The Trackhawk is a Jeep Grand Cherokee
I'm with the seven-seater Range Rover like a Trackhawk
I'm one of the trend setters cut from a whole different cloth
I done got a rich fatter stack, relish, I'm a underdog
I'd never getty I ain't petty, I'm a real boss
Nigga count big fetti, you can tell the way a nigga walk
I know the way you can keep steppin' that, payin' him to really talk
Handle the business at all times, early mornin' when I get a call
Protectin' the greatest of all time, home made, you a real dog
Ferrari SF90 Stradale, hybrid supercar (~986 hp, 0-60 in 2.5 sec).
Pull up in the SF90, I can switch cars by the minute
It ain't hard to see who in it
It ain't hard to see who winnin'
Look how I style my guts, had to take an image, uh
Cash, we havin' plenty
I don't get offended (I don't get offended)
Call it what you want
I just want some earrings
I don't know your name
Money long
On my way to take her home
She live up in the trey
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
Satellite, uh, out of sight, uh
Private flight (private flight), and it's top tier (tier)
Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right
I don't f*ck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes
This a million in jewelry, so insurance way more than Geico
Last year I was tourin', now I'm back in Europe, it's a cycle
I can see the influence that I'm doin', you don't really hear that nigga though
It's the young Gunna Wunna and you know I'm comin', I'm a billy goat
'Fore they ain't want to believe a nigga happen, I'ma keep on givin' hope
I'ma keep countin' and stackin', make it stack up high up on your tippy toes
Nigga be doin' that cappin', now they cappin', catch up to your front door
Run the cash, need it pronto, wherever Matt got a blunt rolled
I got my bitch a trainer, she ain't- had to get lipo
This might be a reference to a tweet by Young Thug
Nigga had tweeted my name, musta had to be a typo
Petty cash could recycle
Hittin' the pull ups and pressin' heavy, it ain't light, no
(Hittin' the pull ups and pressin' heavy, it ain't light, no)
Call it what you want (want)
I just want some earrings (earrings)
I don't know your name (name)
Money long (money long)
On my way to take her home
She live up in the trey
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
Satellite, uh, out of sight, uh
Private flight, and it's top tier (tier)
Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right
I don't f*ck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes (prototypes)
Call it what you want
I just want some earrings
I don't know your name
Money long
On my way to take her home
She live up in the trey
I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space
