Let's get to the f*ckin' bands, mann Let's get this cash
Your girl a hoe All she wanna do is smash
Got the money counters, yeah I'ma count it so fast
Hundred K on the whip, yeah. It's a digi dash
I don't wanna hear shit, man It's f*ckin' trash
Found a girl who gon' suck it like she ash Cash
Fake ID I be in the club. Got her shakin' ass
Going 200 in the whip. I might crash
Pussy from the dealership His tires I might slash
Hit her from the back Now she got f*ckin' whiplash
Ballin' like I'm in the NBA Feel like I'm Nash
He like Walter White He just cooked up another batch
She be calling too much, man I think she attached
She be tryna buy some clothes that goddamn match
Can't do that cause I wear designer mismatch
I can't be beat cause I'm just unmatched
I was cheating in school just so I could f*ckin' pass
Ain't a fiend but I smoke kush by the mass
She said, what I'm sippin? I got crown in this f*ckin' glass
I'ma take her on a trip Yeah, we f*ckin' in France
She be f*ckin' on me Man you ain't got a chance
Pinky ring shine so bright It gon' put you in a trance
I'ma buy it in full Don't need a finance
Got some whips and they all f*ckin' black on black
Six a.m. in her room Wanna f*ck to my tracks
Still can't believe I made it Yeah, I'm making all these racks
If they tryna get me, best believe I keep that strap
Making music got me rich. Man, I didn't even trap
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Let's get to the f*ckin' bands, mann Let's get this cash
Your girl a hoe All she wanna do is smash
Got the money counters, yeah I'ma count it so fast
Hundred K on the whip, yeah. It's a digi dash
I don't wanna hear shit, man It's f*ckin' trash
Found a girl who gon' suck it like she ash Cash
Fake ID I be in the club. Got her shakin' ass
Going 200 in the whip. I might crash
Pussy from the dealership His tires I might slash
Hit her from the back Now she got f*ckin' whiplash
Ballin' like I'm in the NBA Feel like I'm Nash
He like Walter White He just cooked up another batch
She be calling too much, man I think she attached
She be tryna buy some clothes that goddamn match
Can't do that cause I wear designer mismatch
I can't be beat cause I'm just unmatched
I was cheating in school just so I could f*ckin' pass
Ain't a fiend but I smoke kush by the mass
She said, what I'm sippin? I got crown in this f*ckin' glass
I'ma take her on a trip Yeah, we f*ckin' in France
She be f*ckin' on me Man you ain't got a chance
Pinky ring shine so bright It gon' put you in a trance
I'ma buy it in full Don't need a finance
Got some whips and they all f*ckin' black on black
Six a.m. in her room Wanna f*ck to my tracks
Still can't believe I made it Yeah, I'm making all these racks
If they tryna get me, best believe I keep that strap
Making music got me rich. Man, I didn't even trap
Your girl a hoe All she wanna do is smash
Got the money counters, yeah I'ma count it so fast
Hundred K on the whip, yeah. It's a digi dash
I don't wanna hear shit, man It's f*ckin' trash
Found a girl who gon' suck it like she ash Cash
Fake ID I be in the club. Got her shakin' ass
Going 200 in the whip. I might crash
Pussy from the dealership His tires I might slash
Hit her from the back Now she got f*ckin' whiplash
Ballin' like I'm in the NBA Feel like I'm Nash
He like Walter White He just cooked up another batch
She be calling too much, man I think she attached
She be tryna buy some clothes that goddamn match
Can't do that cause I wear designer mismatch
I can't be beat cause I'm just unmatched
I was cheating in school just so I could f*ckin' pass
Ain't a fiend but I smoke kush by the mass
She said, what I'm sippin? I got crown in this f*ckin' glass
I'ma take her on a trip Yeah, we f*ckin' in France
She be f*ckin' on me Man you ain't got a chance
Pinky ring shine so bright It gon' put you in a trance
I'ma buy it in full Don't need a finance
Got some whips and they all f*ckin' black on black
Six a.m. in her room Wanna f*ck to my tracks
Still can't believe I made it Yeah, I'm making all these racks
If they tryna get me, best believe I keep that strap
Making music got me rich. Man, I didn't even trap
Writer: Taranveer Khaira
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