[Intro]
WhoisMike goin' crazy
[Chorus: NoCap & Rich The Kid]
Same niggas, no new rounds
Blueface Rolex bussdown
Money can't change me, I wore this shit here yesterday
Give him exit wounds, he lacking on the interstate
It ain't nothing 'bout me basic, traphouse going crazy
My bitch she boujie, yo bitch basic
A quarter mil' when I'm in Vegas (No cap)
[Verse 1: NoCap & Rich The Kid]
They pull up they don't leave no traces (Traces)
Givenchy these don't got no laces
Ayy, that house keep traffic but it's vacant
Hate in the air they skydive
Nigga touch my chain it's a shootout
She fucked around gave me neck, now I gotta bring the whole crew out
20 bad bitches but they lazy, one of these model bitches snuck some of my codeine (codeine)
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Think this model bitch be tripping but her head right
The way she suck it had me stopping at the green light (Skrt skrt)
Still the same without this money, shit ain't change
More baguettes up in the Rollie, it ain't plain
I've been touring, counting up them racks, it don't get boring
You ain't never count a milli 'till the morning ('till the morning)
Momma told me stop the sipping, I keep pouring (pouring)
WhoisMike goin' crazy
[Chorus: NoCap & Rich The Kid]
Same niggas, no new rounds
Blueface Rolex bussdown
Money can't change me, I wore this shit here yesterday
Give him exit wounds, he lacking on the interstate
It ain't nothing 'bout me basic, traphouse going crazy
My bitch she boujie, yo bitch basic
A quarter mil' when I'm in Vegas (No cap)
[Verse 1: NoCap & Rich The Kid]
They pull up they don't leave no traces (Traces)
Givenchy these don't got no laces
Ayy, that house keep traffic but it's vacant
Hate in the air they skydive
Nigga touch my chain it's a shootout
She fucked around gave me neck, now I gotta bring the whole crew out
20 bad bitches but they lazy, one of these model bitches snuck some of my codeine (codeine)
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Think this model bitch be tripping but her head right
The way she suck it had me stopping at the green light (Skrt skrt)
Still the same without this money, shit ain't change
More baguettes up in the Rollie, it ain't plain
I've been touring, counting up them racks, it don't get boring
You ain't never count a milli 'till the morning ('till the morning)
Momma told me stop the sipping, I keep pouring (pouring)
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