[Intro]
You been working your whole life, I just spent $200,000 dollars on the motherfuckin' coupe
[Chorus]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my bitch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks and filet
I put them rocks in the Rollie, ballin', I feel like Ginóbili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I fuck that bitch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that shit to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away
[Verse 1]
I got a crib in the Ye, condo thats out in L.A
I got a bitch look Jamaican, she look Chinese in the face
She got that booty galore, she got the tiniest waist
She got that, yes, Lord, I call it amazing grace
That shit you make in a year, I blow it all in a day
I got that nine on me now, bail money all in my safe
I could've cop me the 6, I could've cop me the Wraith
We on the run for the money, y'all need to pick up the pace
I feel invincible, I'm on a pill or two, I'm in the club with my woodie's
I am nothing like the old me, please do not act like you know me
I feel like Steph in the finals, my rivals know they can never control me
I done got high as the nose bleed, oh you still hating? Man, nigga, please
You been working your whole life, I just spent $200,000 dollars on the motherfuckin' coupe
[Chorus]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my bitch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks and filet
I put them rocks in the Rollie, ballin', I feel like Ginóbili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I fuck that bitch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that shit to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away
[Verse 1]
I got a crib in the Ye, condo thats out in L.A
I got a bitch look Jamaican, she look Chinese in the face
She got that booty galore, she got the tiniest waist
She got that, yes, Lord, I call it amazing grace
That shit you make in a year, I blow it all in a day
I got that nine on me now, bail money all in my safe
I could've cop me the 6, I could've cop me the Wraith
We on the run for the money, y'all need to pick up the pace
I feel invincible, I'm on a pill or two, I'm in the club with my woodie's
I am nothing like the old me, please do not act like you know me
I feel like Steph in the finals, my rivals know they can never control me
I done got high as the nose bleed, oh you still hating? Man, nigga, please
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