Litty (feat. Tory Lanez)

I'm on my way to a island

And I'm popping shit at the pilot (Fly shit only)

**** be broke and be starving

But still talking shit like they violent (**** is broke!)

They say that they honest

Talk money, these **** say that they got it (Huh?)

Get knocked with the key to success

And these **** gon' blame it on Khaled

They don't wanna see you win (They don't)

They don't wanna see the Wraith (No)

You don't wanna see your bitch

Caught up in the stars like she outta space

Mansion after condo, condo after mansion

And I'm running out of space

Tell your homie, keep on coming out his mouth

I'm sending somethin' 'round his way

**** barely getting lawyer money

Better get some Sig Sauer money

Running 'round like you're Superman

Don't be selfish, get your mom insurance money

'Cause I'm the one to put it on your money

I'm the one that make it happen it to you

**** with you fuck around and do it for me

Hop in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again

All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars

Like she goin' outer space

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we litty again

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we did it, we litty again

Feature money out the safe

Went and bought a Wraith

Brought it down Collins

**** talkin' like they want it

When we in the city, they don't want problems

**** said they gon' rob us

But ****, we coming from welfare

I shoot a movie, when I pull it have you

Catch a bullet like a NFL player

Should've known it was litty

When bitches start lyin' on my dick

Lie on that pussy like I hit

Can't even be a side, side bitch

I'm hittin' nines, tens

And you ain't even looking like you a five

Broke bitches tryna do it for Twitter

When they used to do it for Vine, woah

I'm the man of the hour

I'm the **** with the airtime

Rolls Royce Wraith

Put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline

**** talking 'bout my hair line

I laugh about it, I be feelin' them

See, we both be making M's

They be making memes, I be making millions

I just counted up a Quentin Miller

A QM, that's a quarter milli'

They don't wanna see Jae drop "6"

Fly private when he go to Philly

Funny money, yeah, I know it's silly

But your hoe feel me when I pull up

And I got a pour a whole four on it

I promise she gon' know it's litty, motherfucker, yeah

Hop in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again

All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars

Like she goin' outer space

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we litty again

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we did it, we litty again

All of my **** is way up

These **** is haters, I know that they hate us (Suckers)

I score your bitch like a lay up (Score)

I make a mil' like a layup (More)

I pop a pill just to stay up (Woo)

I sip the lean just to slow it up (Slow it up)

I'm with my team and we goin' up (Goin' up)

All of these foreigns, they know it's us

Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it

Like the coco when we mix the soda up

Perfect timing and we're blowing up

Fuck it, I'ma light the Rollie up

Shawty fuckin' for Chanel

I ain't tripping, that's a coconut

Push the 'Rari 'till the motor bust

Stack the paper, fill the sofa up

Lie on that paper

I am not slackin', I stay on that paper

I feel like it's a restraining order on that money

'Cause y'all stay away from that paper

I know some **** that used to be ballin'

But now they all feeling a way 'bout this paper

I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred after hundred

They thought I was making this paper

Fuckin' it good, I be rapin' this paper

Shit, I might as well get married to money

I marry Nicki, still married to money

She rich as Mariah, I carry the money

And fuck a deposit, I bury the money (Bury the mills)

I bag the money

It hang out my pocket, embarrasing money

I act like I ain't used to having this money, ho!

Hop in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again

All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars

Like she going outer space

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we litty again

Litty again, litty again

I got it, we did it, we litty again