What you gon’ tell me that i haven’t heard?
I just ran a check on designer
When i’m with your b#tch, you won’t find her
Came up, guess i got good timing
When you with your girl, she be silent
When i’m with your b#tch, she be screaming
f#cked up a check at the neiman’s
Bruce lee, the way that i beat it
p#ss# n#gg#s, i don’t step in no weak sh#t
Vv’s, my neck, it be glistening all
Don’t bring your bih ’round me, i don’t got no flaw
I-i spent a check on designer
When i’m with your b#tch, you won’t find her
Came up, i guess it’s my time in
When you with your girl, she be silent
When i’m with your b#tch, she be screaming
f#cked up a check at the neiman’s
Like, i don’t got no flaws
Young and i’m rich but i don’t got a job
Can’t even swim but i hopped on a yacht
They counted me out, i said, “f#ck what you thought”
f#ck what you thought, f#ck what you think
Faygo and wok, it’s mud in my drink
Yeah, faygo and lean, boy, you n#gg#s green
Can’t f#ck with the gang, can’t f#ck with the team
Chopper to his face, i turn to him to vegetables
Smoking my dough and i’m eating my edibles
Your squad, can’t f#ck with the gang
We trappin’ on medicals
I f#cked the b#tch and put her on a pedestal
Ayy, i got designer on me, i got some fighter in me
Ayy, i got designer on me, i got some fighter in me
What you made last week, in a day
We ball out, i was just tryna save
Cold world, gotta pay for your own grave
I act up, little boy, you better behave
Put her on shots, like and1
Young rich n#gg#, i am one (yeah)
Shawty wanna f#ck ’cause i’m handsome (yeah)
n#gg#s talk tough with a handgun (yeah)
Tryna save up, get a mansion
I have sh#t, now i got some (got some)
New boy on the block, new boy with a glock
All black fit like gotham
I got a bad ho, put on my roster
My n#gg#s aligning, it gon’ smoke like a rasta
I went from a bike, now i pull up my honda
This new b#tch, she boujee, she want benihana
I ain’t gon’ buy no lil’ bih no benihana
I just left the sak’s with my new prada runners
My blood really red, yeah, i die for them gunners
They say it’s more likely to die in the summer
But, ay, i ain’t gon’ die in the summer
I-i just ran a check on designer
When i’m with your b#tch, you won’t find her
Came up, guess i got good timing
When you with your girl, she be silent
When i’m with your b#tch, she be screaming
f#cked up a check at the nieman’s
Bruce lee, the way that i beat it
p#ss# n#gg#s, i don’t step in no weak sh#t
Vvs, my neck, it glistening all
Don’t bring your bih ’round me, i don’t got no flaw
I-i spent a check on designer
When i’m with your b#tch, you won’t find her
Came up, i guess it’s my time in
When you with your girl, she be silent
When i’m with your b#tch, she be screaming
f#cked up a check at the nieman’s
Like, i don’t got no flaws
Young and i’m rich but i don’t got a job
Can’t even swim but i hopped on a yacht
They counted me out, i said, “f#ck what you thought”
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