50k (feat. Gucci Mane)

I'm drinkin' champagne

One deep in my Phantom Ghost (Uh)

Bad bitch with me, with me(Flames)

Where my manners go? (Turn Up)

My youngin's sick, sick, where the antidote? (They geekin')

Aimin' at your top, bust yo' cantaloupe (Pussy)

He forty-six and he's still sellin' dope (OG)

How the fuck you ballin' with a car note? (How the fuck?)

I'm in the trap, real shit

Where the felons go (Squad)

Curry never had a job, he always used a bowl

(Whip it, whip it, whip it)

Them youngin's run up in your house what it's hittin' for

No mask just to let you know who did it ho

I'm from Riverdale

All I know is get it in (Riverdale)

I got weed, I got Mollies

What you tryna spend?

50K for a show and my **** sellin' swag

She a red bottom bitch

Versace shirt, Birkin bag

I'ma get money, **** don't use your card or keep a tab

Before I leave my fucking house

Grab my pistol and my flag

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check, uh

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check, uh

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check, uh

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check (Squad)

My foreign car painted flat black

My girl hopped out, ass fat

Paparazzi keep flashin' pictures

Broke **** lookin', wanna be these ****

4 grams in my Backwood

Millionaire ****, still keep it hood

Pay the extra sixty for that steel hood

Phantom Ghost got a **** livin' good

I bet yo' bitch want a ****

I bet she wanna fuck a ****

(Ha-ha-ha)

Never be a broke ****

She like, "Fuck gold"

Shawty, she a platinum digga

50K for a show (Flocka)

And my **** sellin' swag

She a red bottom bitch

Versace shirt, Birkin bag

I'ma get money, **** don't use your card or keep a tab

Before I leave my fucking house

Grab my pistol and my flag

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check, uh

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check, uh

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check, uh

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check (Squad)

Gucci Mane, I'm the fuckin' man

Pocket full of Xans

Put them grands on a **** grands

Change a **** plans (Yeah)

If you steal or don't keep it real

Choppin' off your hands

A million grams, I'ma try to cram in a minivan

Say he hard and he goin' ham

I don't give a damn

Say he broke and a hunnid million just went through his hand?

I don't cherish shit, I'm flyin' terrorists in from Sudan

If you thinkin' you gon' take my grams

I'ma change your plan (Ya)

You in a jam pussy **** but I just came from Japan

I'm makin' fans off of growin' weed, super-duper strand

I heard the fam', they jumped on your man and your **** ran

Flockaveli, you know that's my man

Call Decatur Dan

50K for a show and my **** sellin' swag

She a red bottom bitch

Versace shirt, Birkin bag

I'ma get money, **** don't use your card or keep a tab

Before I leave my fucking house

Grab my pistol and my flag

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check, uh

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check, uh

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check, uh

Thumbin' through the bands

I be playin' with a check (Squad)