[Intro: DrXVegitoZ & Future]
Yeah
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
She dead now, shit over (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: DrXVegitoZ]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead
Young neighbor iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled
I can't be playin' with these diamonds
I can't be playin' with this money, no way
[Verse 1: DrXVegitoZ]
He pop out now he ashes
Turning his chair into blessin'
Why do your bae and best friend need assеs?
Fucking with Jk now they calling me fascist(Huh)
Go against me thе bro's crashin' out, I got more cash and clout
Pulling her hair and the lashes out, walk out the bank and i laugh out loud
All these bad think its halftime, Money count sounded like a flatline
Keep my bouchie bitch up in the first class
Me and gang in the back eating pineapple
Roll up my cig cause i'm hands on, Whenever i'm singing i stand on
I could make a star ride a redrum, Pulling the strings like a tampon
It's gon' be a bloody mess, Residency out in vegas, Found blue just love yo woman wet
And we making money bets, From the stable back to the jit
Like to save the money stretch
Dolla sign a national, that presidence im cashing out
Yeah
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
She dead now, shit over (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: DrXVegitoZ]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead
Young neighbor iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled
I can't be playin' with these diamonds
I can't be playin' with this money, no way
[Verse 1: DrXVegitoZ]
He pop out now he ashes
Turning his chair into blessin'
Why do your bae and best friend need assеs?
Fucking with Jk now they calling me fascist(Huh)
Go against me thе bro's crashin' out, I got more cash and clout
Pulling her hair and the lashes out, walk out the bank and i laugh out loud
All these bad think its halftime, Money count sounded like a flatline
Keep my bouchie bitch up in the first class
Me and gang in the back eating pineapple
Roll up my cig cause i'm hands on, Whenever i'm singing i stand on
I could make a star ride a redrum, Pulling the strings like a tampon
It's gon' be a bloody mess, Residency out in vegas, Found blue just love yo woman wet
And we making money bets, From the stable back to the jit
Like to save the money stretch
Dolla sign a national, that presidence im cashing out
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