Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Look at the way that I walk
Looking at all of this guap, yeah, yeah
All of this guap
I been scripting like Java
My rhymes are Mada Mada
I had problems, yeah, I solved em’
Now Ion like to involve em’
I check my phone the bank callin’
Look at my chain and my shoes, my Jordan’s, I’m telling you they are the nicest
Gucci belt with a cold, wrist was empty so I had to ice it
Bro wanna fight but he’ll fold, I can just tell cuz I am a psychic
Lately I been turning bold, Santa had to take my name off of the nice list
Look at my chain and my shoes, my Jordan’s, I’m telling you they are the nicest
Gucci belt with a cold, wrist was empty so I had to ice it
Bro wanna fight but he’ll fold, I can just tell cuz I am a psychic
Lately I been turning bold, Santa had to take my name off of the nice list
If you cannot already tell by the shoes, I am a certified Hype-beast
If a girl says, “Let’s listen to Hxliday”, Imma just have to say, “Wife me”
My money and power is in the East
Antetokunmpo, I’m feeling Greek
My rhymes are too hot, they needa freeze
Devoted To You, I need some Grease
I’m slacking, I’m slow
I’m down to the bone
Need to ease the tension by breaking the cold
By breaking the ice
My diamonds, they white
My Jordan’s, they white
My sneakers’ delight
I’m drippy, I’m swaggin’
Hoes always be draggin’
If I catch you lacking we gon’ see what happens
So much money, like bricks I keep stacking it
Cruisin’ wit yo b#tch and she know that I’m packing it
Look at my chain and my shoes, my Jordan’s, I’m telling you they are the nicest
Gucci belt with a cold, wrist was empty so I had to ice it
Bro wanna fight but he’ll fold, I can just tell cuz I am a psychic
Lately I been turning bold, Santa had to take my name off of the nice list
Look at my chain and my shoes, my Jordan’s, I’m telling you they are the nicest
Gucci belt with a cold, wrist was empty so I had to ice it
Bro wanna fight but he’ll fold, I can just tell cuz I am a psychic
Lately I been turning bold, Santa had to take my name off of the nice list
Got the cash, got the stash, yeah, and it’s in gold
And yo girl over here, and she taking her clothes off
Got yo b#tch over here, and she workin’ the pole
And I know you tried to call her but her inbox was full
Crash the whip like a rich b#tch with my broad
So many pros bout being rich, I forgot the cons
Call me somewhat respectable
I forgot right from wrong
I’m singing my song while your mowing your lawn
Look at my chain and my shoes, my Jordan’s, I’m telling you they are the nicest
Gucci belt with a cold, wrist was empty so I had to ice it
Bro wanna fight but he’ll fold, I can just tell cuz I am a psychic
Lately I been turning bold, Santa had to take my name off of the nice list
Look at my chain and my shoes, my Jordan’s, I’m telling you they are the nicest
Gucci belt with a cold, wrist was empty so I had to ice it
Bro wanna fight but he’ll fold, I can just tell cuz I am a psychic
Lately I been turning bold, Santa had to take my name off of
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