Sim Simma

Imma real ****,

Cash spender,

Bag gripper.

Bad bitches

Love Brasi

I don’t blame em

I don’t spend no money on em,

Don’t buy Birkens

My young **** beat charges.

Came back home and got it popping

Wrinkle dollars, all inside a **** wallet.

Being broke ain’t no option.

Money always the main topic,

With my partners.

Made a promise to my mama

Imma get the commas.

Get the bag

Spend it proper.

Still a lil ingant ****.

Sim simmer

Who got the keys to my

Big bimmer

Play with bands I’ll feel like Fela

Don’t play with him.

You ain’t bout your money ****?

Can’t hang with em.

Oh let’s do it (lets go)

Oh let’s do it (lets go)

Oh let’s do it (lets go)

Oh let’s do it (lets go)

Oh let’s do it (lets go)

Oh let’s do it (lets go)

Oh let’s do it (lets go)

Oh let’s do it (lets go)

Ain’t no pop star,

My **** pop ****

Big as Popeyes.

Cousin almost popped that young **** right in Popeyes.

Always 10 toes down thru the dark times.

**** switching sides don’t get crossed out.

Seen it all before I can’t get lost now.

**** what’s your whereabouts?

**** what you scared about.

What you mad at me?

I did my dirt and then I plan it out.

Played the cards I’m dealt

Now I gotta raise the standards now.

Gotta make my family proud.

Gotta make my **** proud.

I know Chris look after me,

He told me I’m the man and all.

Get high as the stars

And the clouds is what we landing on.

Fuck I’m getting rich for if I can’t put all my family on?

I take all the pressure I’m the **** they depending on.

Oh let’s do it

Oh let’s do it

Oh let’s do it

Oh let’s do it

Oh let’s do it

Oh let’s do it

Oh let’s do it

Oh let’s do it

Oh let’s do it

(Bitch)

(Bitch)

(Bitch)

(Bitch)

(Bitch)

(Bitch)

(Bitch)

Oh let’s do that shit

(Oh let’s do that)