Getting to the money, it’s a cartier
Pullin up in foreigns, issa 48
b#tches bad and boujee, got expensive taste
Ballin like i’m jordan back in 88
Getting my money, roll up a hundred
She bad and she boujee, she straight outta london
I make it running, they think i am bluffing
I keep on winning, aiming i am hitting (Bah)
I am with the boys you know we gon kill it (yeah yeah)
Know we gon kill it
Make them hits and you know we be chillin’
Stacking like uzi , we count up a milli
Huh yeah
Getting to the money, it’s a cartier (yeah yeah)
Making the money yeah making it rain
Making the music i rise up to Famе
I am at the party asking my name?
(Huh they don’t know my namе ?)
I am in this sh#t and I am balling the game
My sh#t on fire, they calling me Blaze
Think that’s it’s sweet, but it’s on me, tucked in the belt, imma hop out with a pole
Got all this sh#t by my lonely, ain’t need no help, that’s why they call me the goat
She call me, don’t know where to go
Tell her pull up, and i hop in the ghost (skrtt)
Her boyfriend be mad, he ain’t likin’ my post (nah)
M.O.B told you, stop trustin’ a hoe (never)
Certified dripper from the I
Know your place when i’m walkin’ by
Close the case with a forty-nine
Can’t leave a trace, i can’t leave a sign
Uh
Know what i’d do
Yuh
And know what i wouldn’t do if i’m plannin’ walkin’ over you
Yuh
That vest ain’t bulletproof, imma have ‘em talkin’ over you
Yuh
Hop on a interview, diamonds shining, you already knew, ay
Hot like i just caught the flu, ay
Play the boy like he a flute, ay
Imma take the money route, ay
Birkin bag is absolute, ay
Always gotta succeed
Always gotta pay deed
Ain’t no deciding when we getting our brothers freed
No ops decide when we smoke weed
They trynna make rules but there’s no need
Riding alone cause you ain’t on my level
Fighting the fight like you f#ck with the devil
f#ck with the ops and they call me young rebel
Tell them to come, yea Its now or Its never
They screaming my name ain’t got nothing to say
Came from the bottom i’m finding my way
Throwing my bands, been stackin since day
Joints on the table it’s my turn to weigh
Smokin the booth and im rollin the haze
Watching me fall but they can’t take my place
Shorty a freak cause she wants me to pay
I be gettin to the money and hopped in a wraith (skrrt skrrt)
I drink from the bottle when i drink of that ACE
Going too fast gotha keep up the pace (yeah)
Hold on just wait gotta beat the case
f#ck all that sh#t, so did the race (zooom)
I am rising the standards, i don’t need no carrier
Ain’t no stopping, i am breaking the barrier
I fight like lion and I fight like a warrior (Grrrrr)
Aye it’s Bekay back with the round two
They ain’t ready i just popped two
Think they smart but i see through
Christian Dior RIP woo (woooo)
Got money i gotta get to
Cartierrs and they brand new (cartier)
Homie calling i tell him come through
Getting to the money, it’s a ca-ca-cartier (cartier )
Pullin up in foreigns, issa 4-4-48 (48)
B-B-b#tches bad and boujee, got expensive taste (ta-yeahh)
Ballin like i’m jordan back in 8-8-88 (88)
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