Off White (feat. Mongo)

Yeah, ay

Sauce

I just pulled up in L.A. wearing off-white

I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right

Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right

Now I'm counting money, throw it in a bag like

Yeah, I see that brand new Benz from a distance

I don't know you, we not friends, keep your distance

I don't really fuck with them, they be tripping

Keep a .38 inside my Scottie Pippens

Ooh, drinking that lean like it's coffee

Ooh, I feel like nothing can stop me

Ooh, all these thoties they be sloppy

Wanna run up on me, hit 'em like Rocky

Damn, now Im' feeling like Chris

Aye, diamonds dancing on my wrist

Aye, diamonds dancing like Rhianna

Cooling with Chapo, I'll see you mañana

Trapping inside the cabana, Tony Montana

Flipping that work for the product

I just want all the money, fuck up some commas

I got no time for no drama

Cooling with Mongo, we making a movie

Your mamma probably somewhere in the Bahamas

I just pulled up in L.A. wearing off-white

I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right

Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right

Now I'm counting money, throw it in a bag like

They don't wanna see me shine, 'cause my light bright

Wake up in the morning, high like a damn kite

If we beef, no politicking, homes, it's on sight

I just wanna fuck you, baby, why you wanna fight?

I just copped a P, band's about to take flight

See me with the hands, I'm posted up all night

Coming live from the five, twelve years strong

Honeycomb purp, bottom of my big bong

You don't wanna play chicken, I got big balls

Ten toes down, big boss, stand tall

I've been cooking so hard, sauce on the wall

I'm making hits, that's your bitch 'bout to risk it all

What's the move? Hit me up, I stay on call

In shining shoes, dressing' up like I'm about to ball

Making plays, silky smooth, John fucking Wall

They so faking, I'm so true, I'm tryin' to tell y'all

Get it how you live it, make sure you just don't fall

It's all about the digits, get it then I make a call

I just wanna be rich and buy the fuckin' mall

I got runnel vision like I'm walking in a hall

I-I just pulled up in L.A. wearing off-white

I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right

Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right

Now I'm counting money, throw it in a bag like

Yeah, yeah, yeah