(Yeaa)
Issa cash race
I move fast pace
I'm already past great
I eat goat and I am what I ate
Shawty got ass to shake
Too high might blast away
Too much cash to waste
Dis Dior bag the safe
WHO GOT CAKE
I GOT CAKE
O T dub (W) I'm on the way
I drop Jugg the going crazy
Cant show you no love I know that you hating
She wanna smash I told her to wait
First time is yo last that's just how I play
Unzip the bag and count up the pape
Worth more then yo last Balmain with the Bape
7 racks in the bag I'm tryna go crazy
Embracing the cash put that on my braces
Tryna flood out the time 'til the end of the matrix
I'm in too much designer it ain't no escaping
I'm a young YSL check the fit and the fragrance
Way she stay on my line I cant tell that she taken
My life one of a kind you cant get me mistaken
Said its pressure on my line nigga come get deflated
Peace to dem guys that's locked up in them cages
Need a new Richard Mill to feel rich and amazing
I guess I'm a star all these niggas is gazing
Diamonds look like a star on my ear and my bracelet
Need a new 'Ventador I'm tryna go racing
All these white diamonds they thought I was racist
Know I got it for sure if you lookin for bags
Stacking these backends higher destinations
Nigga stay wit a strap
Play and get clapped
No I won't talk in no investigation
Keep the heat in my lap
Whenever I rap
Load up the clip to keep up with the cadence
You cant show me no bitch that it ain't worth replacing
I'm loving her jaw I need her information
Always knew I would ball I can get complacent
Could turn nothing to all if we switch situations
Easy amazing exotic my fragrance
She get wet as oasis when I'm in the spot
Cant rock what I rock this shit be out of stock
Invest what I want and then wait on the drop
On the way to the pack feel like punching the clock
Cant press in yo section you pressing the opps
I got too much flame cant be in the box
If you feeling ways then take off my top
Don't lack in ya lane I'm taking ya spot
Know you feel the waves I'm shaking the spot
Been cranking for days don't think I can stop
I been getting paid don't think I can stop
Whole lotta plays they come by the flock
Money made a slave I'm flipping the crop
Give a f*ck bout a hater
With all this money on my radar
Retro drip every flavor
Still giving big ups to the Savior
Can't go back and forth like a pacer
I turn the rap game to a graveyard
I run through this cake like a baker
You leave her round me imma slay her
Smoking purp in my gold like a Laker