Acrobat 2gaudy

[Intro]
Ayy, Tjay, you made this?

[Chorus]
I wanna live lavish
Count up the cabbage, feel like a savage
I can never be average, bitch, I'm a maverick
Knew since I was sixteen that I had to have it
Now an acrobat with the money, made it do backflips
But before, your boy was a dummy, now he be mad rich
Still, addicted to green, I'm talking the cabbage
Now they see me, tryna demean me, boy, you a dumb bitch
Now I'm married to the money, my car says, "Just hitched,"
Now they trying to blow my phone right now
What the fuck bro? Please stop trying to jack my style
I can make you lights out
I can pipe his bitch down
I could lift her over my head, she getting benched now

[Verse]
I spit this shit off of the dome, straight to your home, all chrome
Gas got me moving slow, like I'm missing some chromosomes
But I can't overdose, so I'm rolling a couple more
Premium pack, not that shit outside the corner store
It's all in your head, you can get this bread, for sure
Look within yourself, you can learn something you don't know
Sometimes I feel so low when I'm moving solo
Still, I got her bouncing on my dick, just like a pogo, for real