President (feat. Ken Carson)

8-808

EBK shit, give a fuck what you bang, you can die right now if you think you gon' try

**** claimin' they gang-gang, but they ain't gang 'cause I'm sittin' right here with Lonely right now

And I'm rollin' right now, off the drank, yeah, I'm loaded right now

I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president

Two hundred and fifty thousand, yeah, that's how my day was spent

I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah-yeah, they Givenchy

What I spent on lean, I could've went and bought Mercedes-Benz

She said she feelin' me, but I think I wanna go and fuck her friend

I'm on tour, bitch, but I still linked up with the X-Man

Count up money and pourin' up drank, this shit just like Ed and Eddy

Huh, еvery day I'm fresh with the swag, I go spеndin'

Huh, upside-down cross, all baguettes, go spaghetti

Huh, I'm havin' new cheese, huh, Lonely having fetty

Huh, just like Little Caesars, boy, I know that you ready

Huh, my swag cause a frenzy, got these **** jealous

And I ain't got no envy in me, that's why my pockets heavy

I want the whole load, nothin' less

I want the whole bag, nothin' less

I poured a whole pint, bitch, nothin' less

I spent a whole wad of cash, nothin' less

I ain't got no envy in me, bitch, that's why my pockets heavy

I keep counting up the M and M's, put Wafi on my necklace

Me and gang switch the swag up, quick, tell her, "Check it"

I put that bitch in a Jag', huh, she used to drive a Lexus

I got a bitch with a fat ass, huh, huh, she from Texas

I got this model ho, she super skinny, all she do is neck

I fuck all type of hoes, huh, I'm complex

Like the **** from Fantastic Four, make the money stretch

I got this bitch throwin' up, oh, she throwin' up the set

I live my life on private, that's why I'm on the jet

I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president

Two hundred and fifty thousand, yeah, that's how my day was spent

I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah, they Givenchy

I'm tryna switch up my location, switch my residence

I just bust my wrist down, then I go bust down my bitch

Huh, I'm gettin' rich now, I ain't got time for that shit

I keep pourin' up drank, ain't no way I'm gettin' sick

I'm with the X-Man, bitch, we like the presidents

Huh, huh, everything I do presidential like the Rollie

VETEMENTS New Rock boots I got on like, "Holy moly"

I unfold that Kel-Tec, and let that bitch fold it

I live in a hotel, live my life like Zack and Cody

But all these **** be hatin' like Mr. Moseby

I told you when I got them racks, I was gon' do the most

I'm way ahead of these ****, man, that shit ain't even close

I can stop the whole world, yeah, with one post

I pull up with like fifteen black trucks, I feel like the president

Two hundred and fifty thousand, that's how my day was spent

I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah, they Givenchy

I stuff them racks in the drawers, yeah-yeah, in my britches