Lyrics

I be dressing got no stylist
She just want ha a **** who got it
Tooo much cash what is a wallet
My shit crazy mental asylum
I like money sex and violence
I'm bout I'm to hop on private
She tryna get me in private
**** ain't real kinda they kinda fraud
Smoking this shit from California
My shit different I can't call it
2 Door coupe I valet park it
All of my diamonds got a spark
**** ain't doing no back and forth
I got the got drip go mop the floor
We at the spot it's poppin off
She keep callin block the call
Cooking this shit I got dat sauce
**** know I'm off my rock
I make **** paranoid
All my shit be off the wall
Stepping like I'm 10 feet tall
She gimmie head like Tylenol
I party hard like Mars gras
I'm just warming up and shit
I pull up they swarm and shit
Just one time I worn the shit
**** be spitting dat corny shit
Stick to the code I own this shit
Stick to the code I'm so legit
New monclier I'm cold as shit
Turks and Caicos cause I'm bored
Play with my money I'm starting a war
24/7 I'm tryna record
I got the shit that you cannot afford
I'm in this Bentley I'm swinging the door
I'm prolly doing this fa the cause
She love the style I'm so New York
My shit fire I carry da torch
Way too lit prolly drunk me a quart
**** is bums be needing support
Come to the spot and it's like a resort
They gone put a young **** on Forbes
**** is dead Corpse Morgue
Suit and a tie when I'm walking in court
Cool 10k when I walk out the store
Repesado for the win
Back in the day was coke and hen
I pray to god I know Ima sin
I swear to god I know ima win
I'm in ha mouth like I was a mint
I see the cops I'm gone with the wind
S550 it came the tints
Hop on jet bout to go to Berlin
**** ain't got it I got it within
**** ain't scared I'm dropping a pin
Written by: Maurice Nixon
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