Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah, woah I'ma always have my ice on Woah, woah, woah, woah Change my bitch like clothes Fill my closet, but I just might hit the store (woah, yeah) Fill my pockets, but I drain 'em when I pour (yeah, yeah) Hit her DM, she my dirty little friend (huh, woah) I'm just gettin' to the bag, and then I spend (yeah, woah) It's like Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah I been losin' all control Check the mall down, buy out the store Van Cleef chain made in New York Real street nigga, cash galore Top speed in the Ferrari truck Smokin' zooters and I'm high as a star The definition of swagger Woah, woah, I'm baggin' her Woah, woah, turn my swag up Crank the coupe and do the dashboard Dirty money on two cups Cuban link by kilo Stackin' cheddar like Lego Put the brr on the Calico Catch you in traffic, I'll split your brain Hangin' with a killer 'cause I feel his pain Codeine on my liver, I'm livin' too dangerous (yeah) Ridin' with my twin, slatt, slatt everythin' (slatt, slatt) Gallery Department, Bottega (bottega) I ball every day like I'm player (player) These bitches waitin' on me like a waiter (waiter) Niggas like me very rare, yeah (rare) Solitary diamonds, glisten' n' glare, yeah (glare) Woah, woah, woah, woah (woah, woah, woah, woah) I'ma always have my ice on I get to the money, I stack it up Woah, woah, woah, woah I walk in the bank, and I bag it up Change my bitch like clothes I'm rockin' designer, I'm taggin' up Walk in the store, and I bag it up Woah, woah, woah, I'm baggin' up Fill my closet, but I just might hit the store (woah, yeah) Fill my pockets, but I drain 'em when I pour (yeah, yeah) Hit her DM, she my dirty little friend (huh, woah) I'm just gettin' to the bag, and then I spend (yeah, woah) It's like Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah I been losin' all control I been losin' all control I hit the plug then hit your ho Brand-new tires twenty-fours I hit the gas and watch 'em roll Spendin' thousands on designer clothes I get too high, I cancel shows Spendin' thousands on designer pills I'm way too high, I'm off a seal I'm poppin' 'til I cannot feel Oxy', Addy, off some pills Got an Addy link and chill Got a seal there droppin' real Got a mill', it's just some pills Got a chain with diamonds 'til She give me brain 'cause I got bills Fill my closet, but I just might hit the store (woah, woah, I'm baggin' her) Fill my pockets, but I drain 'em when I pour (woah, woah, I'm baggin' her) Hit her DM, she my dirty little friend (huh, huh, bag up) I'm just gettin' to the bag, and then I spend (chain, chain like there you go) It's like Woah, woah, woah, woah (woah, woah, woah, woah) Woah, woah, woah, woah (I'ma always have my ice on) Woah, woah, woah, woah (woah, woah, woah, woah) Woah, woah I been losin' all control Change my bitch like clothes
Writer(s): Clayton Lisy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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