[Verse 1: Cito]
Yeah bandana on my snapback
Nikes on my feet, got a girl with a fat ass
Rolling on that Afghan Kush like I'm in Baghdad
Oh, that's your girlfriend? Well homie, I smashed that
Tap that, Tell them haters back, back
You can't touch this money ho, Guess I'm like in Sunny, Co
Spending all these hundreds though, Smoking on that fuckin O
Shorty know I turn it up, Something like that radio
Then I tell her burn it up, Ha, R. Kelly flow
You can find me at the top, That's where all the winners go
Oh, you a gold diggin ho? You can go dig a hole
I'm all about my money, yeah I'm all about my dough
Pink lemonade, everyday, when you see me
I pop up out of nowwhere like I'm 3-D
You can try man, but you can never be me
I blow you away, ha, Breezy

[Chorus: Cito]
I'm good, fuck your feelings
Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling
Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling
Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling
I said I'm good, fuck your feelings
Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling
Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling
Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling
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