Drowning in designer
Hoping that it never gets to me
Diamonds make me shine I
Might go blind it’s getting hard to see
808s and bass gon help me
Go up that’s the recipe
That b#tch good with hedders
I might score just like I’m Mark Rooney
Losing thoughts that I once had
In the back of a Cadillac
I’m counting racks at last got cash
It’s flowing in like waves gon crash
I’m making it out the sand I rise
I’m looking fresh like Dapper dan
I’m taking my anchor back retract
Set sail I’m going round the land
My mansion really be the
Great cave no offensive
Reminiscing from the
Grey day taking lessons
Chilling in the spring breeze
Windows down no pensive
Moments neck is frozen
Everything bout me expensive
b#tch I’m fly like Dyna blade
Hit the block I’m tryna save
In my wraith exempt the flame
The ozone gon be set ablaze
Call me Marx my style mutate
Every day a brand new state
Taking over charts like Jerusalem
Back in the crusade
b#tch I’m going harder than 5 black dudes
On piper perri
Flying through the sky I’m chasing money
Like it’s Tom and Jerry
Talk behind my back
Don’t give a f#ck about your commentary
First class, private jet
Everything complementary
My arms really got me feeling
Like I’m Prism Break
Sipping cups of the rose
Like I’m sad boy drake
Maybe some day
Ima feel like that boy hey
Finding my way
While I’m counting fat coins and pay
Deny
The rise
Just find
The time
b#tch I’m fly like Dyna blade
Hit the block I’m tryna save
In my wraith exempt the flame
The ozone gon be set ablaze
Call me Marx my style mutate
Every day a brand new state
Taking over charts like Jerusalem
Back in the crusade
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