Money fallin' out these pockets, NO°9-9 jeans
Money fallin' out these pockets, NO°9 jeans
I gave his hoe right back to bro, I like the fine things
Got that cross up on my neck, these is divine things
Never hidin', I'm just at the top
You know where to come and find me
Lightning, chaos it excite me
Had to cut off all these f*ckin' bitches, did the right thing
We know how these bitches move and I cannot be bothered with it
The way I just stack up the paper, I could buy your father with it
Way they geekin' offa Molly, probably think my partner did it
We won't ever go to prison, my YUN just gon kill the witness
Judge missing too, goddamn that boy Mari gotta quit it
They think it's suspicious, I think they should jus go mind they business
In the six, I pour a four, up in the duece, I'm off the tris
Since a jit, knew I'd be rich, I left the hood, ain't been back since
G 13, I don't do no automatics
Shootin' out the whip, lil bro, had to went out the saddest
Money fallin' out these pockets, NO°9 jeans
I gave his hoe right back to bro, I like the fine things
Got that cross up on my neck, these is divine things
Never hidin', I'm just at the top
You know where to come and find me
Lightning, chaos it excite me
Had to cut off all these f*ckin' bitches, did the right thing
VVS drippin' down on my necklace
Please respect, or get put on my checklist
I don't wanna hear that shit you sayin', I go up in smoke
I don't make my own bullets, .22s goin' through your bones
You ain't ever heard of me, that Gutta go and put it on
I done got so many hoes, you ain't goin' through my phone
I done got so many checks, f*ck your bitch, give my respect
I could never love a girl, by myself, I'm all alone
Get that order, look, it's purified
We ain't fearing God, bitch, I'm verified
Heard that boy, he talkin' so much shit, he must be scared of life
Feel like we in Buried, Imma hit his ass, he paralyzed
He had on glasses, couple bullets, through his pair of eyes
Headshot, clean kill, think my bullets sterilized
I'm who he wants to be, that boy, he despise me
Half my body glitching cause I just popped me like five beans
Money fallin' out these pockets, NO°9 jeans
I gave his hoe right back to bro, I like the fine things
Got that cross up on my neck, these is divine things
Never hidin', I'm just at the top
You know where to come and find me
Lightning, chaos it excite me
Had to cut off all these f*ckin' bitches, did the right thing
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Money fallin' out these pockets, NO°9-9 jeans
Money fallin' out these pockets, NO°9 jeans
I gave his hoe right back to bro, I like the fine things
Got that cross up on my neck, these is divine things
Never hidin', I'm just at the top
You know where to come and find me
Lightning, chaos it excite me
Had to cut off all these f*ckin' bitches, did the right thing
We know how these bitches move and I cannot be bothered with it
The way I just stack up the paper, I could buy your father with it
Way they geekin' offa Molly, probably think my partner did it
We won't ever go to prison, my YUN just gon kill the witness
Judge missing too, goddamn that boy Mari gotta quit it
They think it's suspicious, I think they should jus go mind they business
In the six, I pour a four, up in the duece, I'm off the tris
Since a jit, knew I'd be rich, I left the hood, ain't been back since
G 13, I don't do no automatics
Shootin' out the whip, lil bro, had to went out the saddest
Money fallin' out these pockets, NO°9 jeans
I gave his hoe right back to bro, I like the fine things
Got that cross up on my neck, these is divine things
Never hidin', I'm just at the top
You know where to come and find me
Lightning, chaos it excite me
Had to cut off all these f*ckin' bitches, did the right thing
VVS drippin' down on my necklace
Please respect, or get put on my checklist
I don't wanna hear that shit you sayin', I go up in smoke
I don't make my own bullets, .22s goin' through your bones
You ain't ever heard of me, that Gutta go and put it on
I done got so many hoes, you ain't goin' through my phone
I done got so many checks, f*ck your bitch, give my respect
I could never love a girl, by myself, I'm all alone
Get that order, look, it's purified
We ain't fearing God, bitch, I'm verified
Heard that boy, he talkin' so much shit, he must be scared of life
Feel like we in Buried, Imma hit his ass, he paralyzed
He had on glasses, couple bullets, through his pair of eyes
Headshot, clean kill, think my bullets sterilized
I'm who he wants to be, that boy, he despise me
Half my body glitching cause I just popped me like five beans
Money fallin' out these pockets, NO°9 jeans
I gave his hoe right back to bro, I like the fine things
Got that cross up on my neck, these is divine things
Never hidin', I'm just at the top
You know where to come and find me
Lightning, chaos it excite me
Had to cut off all these f*ckin' bitches, did the right thing
Money fallin' out these pockets, NO°9 jeans
I gave his hoe right back to bro, I like the fine things
Got that cross up on my neck, these is divine things
Never hidin', I'm just at the top
You know where to come and find me
Lightning, chaos it excite me
Had to cut off all these f*ckin' bitches, did the right thing
We know how these bitches move and I cannot be bothered with it
The way I just stack up the paper, I could buy your father with it
Way they geekin' offa Molly, probably think my partner did it
We won't ever go to prison, my YUN just gon kill the witness
Judge missing too, goddamn that boy Mari gotta quit it
They think it's suspicious, I think they should jus go mind they business
In the six, I pour a four, up in the duece, I'm off the tris
Since a jit, knew I'd be rich, I left the hood, ain't been back since
G 13, I don't do no automatics
Shootin' out the whip, lil bro, had to went out the saddest
Money fallin' out these pockets, NO°9 jeans
I gave his hoe right back to bro, I like the fine things
Got that cross up on my neck, these is divine things
Never hidin', I'm just at the top
You know where to come and find me
Lightning, chaos it excite me
Had to cut off all these f*ckin' bitches, did the right thing
VVS drippin' down on my necklace
Please respect, or get put on my checklist
I don't wanna hear that shit you sayin', I go up in smoke
I don't make my own bullets, .22s goin' through your bones
You ain't ever heard of me, that Gutta go and put it on
I done got so many hoes, you ain't goin' through my phone
I done got so many checks, f*ck your bitch, give my respect
I could never love a girl, by myself, I'm all alone
Get that order, look, it's purified
We ain't fearing God, bitch, I'm verified
Heard that boy, he talkin' so much shit, he must be scared of life
Feel like we in Buried, Imma hit his ass, he paralyzed
He had on glasses, couple bullets, through his pair of eyes
Headshot, clean kill, think my bullets sterilized
I'm who he wants to be, that boy, he despise me
Half my body glitching cause I just popped me like five beans
Money fallin' out these pockets, NO°9 jeans
I gave his hoe right back to bro, I like the fine things
Got that cross up on my neck, these is divine things
Never hidin', I'm just at the top
You know where to come and find me
Lightning, chaos it excite me
Had to cut off all these f*ckin' bitches, did the right thing
Writer: Tyler Shultz, Alex Wesson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid