All these niggas change
Better get them racks up
Nigga go get a bag
I got all these dollars on me, I've been poppin' tags
I got fashion in my closet, huh, it look like Saks
I been leanin' all day, I'm going codeine crazy
All this smoke up in the air, I think my vision hazy
In the green room with lil shawty, yeah she going brazy
All these niggas stealin' swag, man y'all niggas lazy
I got VETEMENTS on my pants
What I told you?
Chrome Hearts, on my neck and wrist
What I told you?
Got this badass bitch, she wan' eat Ruth Chris
Yeah, I got different types of straps, got different blicks (bitch I'm not broke)
Hell nah, lil bitch, I got bands
I got this Givenchy in Paris
Got rick on my feet and diamonds on my hands
Put that boy to sleep, like he on xans
Spent so much on my fit, I'm kinda embarrassed
Your shawty with me, and she said I'm the man
I got niggas with me and they ready to blam
If you run up on me, better hope it don't jam
Mac 11, make his body drop like, "Goddamn"
All these niggas change
Better get them racks up
Nigga go get a bag
I got all these dollars on me, I've been poppin' tags
I got fashion in my closet, huh, it look like Saks
I been leanin' all day, I'm going codeine crazy
All this smoke up in the air, I think my vision hazy
In the green room with lil shawty, yeah she going brazy
All these niggas stealin' swag, man y'all niggas lazy
I think I reached a new level, huh, I don't pay
I got all these diamonds on me, I got ice, I got rackades
I rock Balenciaga pants, they real big, I like to rave
I'm on the top floor, I'm the boss of this, I don't do slavin'
I got racks up in my pants
Yeah you better hide your bitch, this money put her in a trance
If she pull up to my section, she ain't leavin' with her man
Yeah, she f*ckin with a nigga, 'cause she seein' I got bands
Yeah, they see me going up, they like, "This is not the old you"
I got VETEMENTS on my pants, yeah I'm getting money told you
Designer on my neck and wrist
Yeah she tryna f*ck the kid
Dripping harder than bitch
Yeah, they saying that I changed
But I ain't see that shit
All these niggas change
Better get them racks up
Nigga go get a bag
I got all these dollars on me, I've been poppin' tags
I got fashion in my closet, huh, it look like Saks
I been leanin' all day, I'm going codeine crazy
All this smoke up in the air, I think my vision hazy
In the green room with lil shawty, yeah she going brazy
All these niggas stealin' swag, man y'all niggas lazy
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All these niggas change
Better get them racks up
Nigga go get a bag
I got all these dollars on me, I've been poppin' tags
I got fashion in my closet, huh, it look like Saks
I been leanin' all day, I'm going codeine crazy
All this smoke up in the air, I think my vision hazy
In the green room with lil shawty, yeah she going brazy
All these niggas stealin' swag, man y'all niggas lazy
I got VETEMENTS on my pants
What I told you?
Chrome Hearts, on my neck and wrist
What I told you?
Got this badass bitch, she wan' eat Ruth Chris
Yeah, I got different types of straps, got different blicks (bitch I'm not broke)
Hell nah, lil bitch, I got bands
I got this Givenchy in Paris
Got rick on my feet and diamonds on my hands
Put that boy to sleep, like he on xans
Spent so much on my fit, I'm kinda embarrassed
Your shawty with me, and she said I'm the man
I got niggas with me and they ready to blam
If you run up on me, better hope it don't jam
Mac 11, make his body drop like, "Goddamn"
All these niggas change
Better get them racks up
Nigga go get a bag
I got all these dollars on me, I've been poppin' tags
I got fashion in my closet, huh, it look like Saks
I been leanin' all day, I'm going codeine crazy
All this smoke up in the air, I think my vision hazy
In the green room with lil shawty, yeah she going brazy
All these niggas stealin' swag, man y'all niggas lazy
I think I reached a new level, huh, I don't pay
I got all these diamonds on me, I got ice, I got rackades
I rock Balenciaga pants, they real big, I like to rave
I'm on the top floor, I'm the boss of this, I don't do slavin'
I got racks up in my pants
Yeah you better hide your bitch, this money put her in a trance
If she pull up to my section, she ain't leavin' with her man
Yeah, she f*ckin with a nigga, 'cause she seein' I got bands
Yeah, they see me going up, they like, "This is not the old you"
I got VETEMENTS on my pants, yeah I'm getting money told you
Designer on my neck and wrist
Yeah she tryna f*ck the kid
Dripping harder than bitch
Yeah, they saying that I changed
But I ain't see that shit
All these niggas change
Better get them racks up
Nigga go get a bag
I got all these dollars on me, I've been poppin' tags
I got fashion in my closet, huh, it look like Saks
I been leanin' all day, I'm going codeine crazy
All this smoke up in the air, I think my vision hazy
In the green room with lil shawty, yeah she going brazy
All these niggas stealin' swag, man y'all niggas lazy
Better get them racks up
Nigga go get a bag
I got all these dollars on me, I've been poppin' tags
I got fashion in my closet, huh, it look like Saks
I been leanin' all day, I'm going codeine crazy
All this smoke up in the air, I think my vision hazy
In the green room with lil shawty, yeah she going brazy
All these niggas stealin' swag, man y'all niggas lazy
I got VETEMENTS on my pants
What I told you?
Chrome Hearts, on my neck and wrist
What I told you?
Got this badass bitch, she wan' eat Ruth Chris
Yeah, I got different types of straps, got different blicks (bitch I'm not broke)
Hell nah, lil bitch, I got bands
I got this Givenchy in Paris
Got rick on my feet and diamonds on my hands
Put that boy to sleep, like he on xans
Spent so much on my fit, I'm kinda embarrassed
Your shawty with me, and she said I'm the man
I got niggas with me and they ready to blam
If you run up on me, better hope it don't jam
Mac 11, make his body drop like, "Goddamn"
All these niggas change
Better get them racks up
Nigga go get a bag
I got all these dollars on me, I've been poppin' tags
I got fashion in my closet, huh, it look like Saks
I been leanin' all day, I'm going codeine crazy
All this smoke up in the air, I think my vision hazy
In the green room with lil shawty, yeah she going brazy
All these niggas stealin' swag, man y'all niggas lazy
I think I reached a new level, huh, I don't pay
I got all these diamonds on me, I got ice, I got rackades
I rock Balenciaga pants, they real big, I like to rave
I'm on the top floor, I'm the boss of this, I don't do slavin'
I got racks up in my pants
Yeah you better hide your bitch, this money put her in a trance
If she pull up to my section, she ain't leavin' with her man
Yeah, she f*ckin with a nigga, 'cause she seein' I got bands
Yeah, they see me going up, they like, "This is not the old you"
I got VETEMENTS on my pants, yeah I'm getting money told you
Designer on my neck and wrist
Yeah she tryna f*ck the kid
Dripping harder than bitch
Yeah, they saying that I changed
But I ain't see that shit
All these niggas change
Better get them racks up
Nigga go get a bag
I got all these dollars on me, I've been poppin' tags
I got fashion in my closet, huh, it look like Saks
I been leanin' all day, I'm going codeine crazy
All this smoke up in the air, I think my vision hazy
In the green room with lil shawty, yeah she going brazy
All these niggas stealin' swag, man y'all niggas lazy
Writer: x y, m r
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