350 (feat. Rick Ross, Westside Gunn & Lule)

You know what's funny, right?

I think I've come to realize I like when they count me out

Makes it that much sweeter when I'm countin' up

DJ Drama, gangsta

150, word to the Lamb' I'm drivin'

Aventador on the ice, I'm slidin'

350 the Hemi, no Yeezy

Drippin' on 'em, I make it look easy

Big shit poppin', the coliseum

More bodies droppin', a mausoleum

My **** might let it off for no reason

Off-White Virgil sweater, that's in season

Maybach Music

Money is power and I've got several accounts

Told not to bring another dollar, that's all they allow

Why's that?

Funny how money come in when you runnin' things

Always make the government stumble, better come again

Fa-fa-fat-ass **** in the Aventador

A-a-ate more pussy, I broke the liquor law

Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck

I'm blowin' cookies, dawg, burner on the jet

I lock and load, **** stuffin' Optimo's

That AK my new drummer, call it rock 'n' roll

Palms Casino, here for a meal ticket

My poker face ready, I got some real bitches

My check from Atlantic, it was another dub

Maybach Music

I flew that bitch just like a magic rug

Then I wrote a book, it was a best-seller

Movie comin' next, I pray you **** dress better

150, word to the Lamb' I'm drivin'

Aventador on the ice, I'm slidin'

350 the Hemi, no Yeezy

Drippin' on 'em, I make it look easy

Big shit poppin', the coliseum

More bodies droppin', a mausoleum

My **** might let it off for no reason

Off-White Virgil sweater, that's in season

Ayo, this for my **** up in court givin' time back

The MAC-12 with the Philipp Plein strap

Drivin' foreign, lil baby with the nine in back

Used to drive a hundred up, then we fly back

Those was the good days, shits was only twenty-two

In Gwinnett, had to learn Spanish, only hear from new

Tara Boulevard, Hi-Points, get 'em less for two

Sell them shits, fall back home, scratchin' numbers, boo

Kingpins sat at my table in the mess hall

Mexicans, back-to-back burpees on the rec yard

USB Atlanta, I was listening to Gangsta Grillz

Gangsta

Don Diva, Sly Green issue, way before the deal

Learn somethin', ho

Learn somethin', ho

Saint Laurent, ho

Rock it head to toe, all this Dang on me

300 Flat East Side, Buffalo, ****

Who can fuck with that?

150, word to the Lamb' I'm drivin'

Aventador on the ice, I'm slidin'

350 the Hemi, no Yeezy

Drippin' on 'em, I make it look easy

Big shit poppin', the coliseum

More bodies droppin', a mausoleum

My **** might let it off for no reason

Off-White Virgil sweater, that's in season

Gangsta Grillz

And like that

We gone

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