[Verse 1: G Perico]
Five percent president with my other girl
Weavin' through traffic, can't be spotted by my other girl
She gon' go crazy, the love turn into hatin'
When I'm in the club, bring Yak, I'm gettin' dumb faded
Gotta show me something 'cause the talk ain't 'bout nothing
It's going one way, I'm getting paid and I'm fucking
Million dollar fragrance, I ain't the one to play with
If I shoot a nigga down, bitch, you better not say shit
Long days, I need extra hours
I need more hatin' ass internet cowards
Cross the line, we don't do that shit them niggas do
Sack chasing suckers, making your homies look stupid
2-0-1-7, you niggas headed in the wrong direction
I'm a G, you fuckin' with a veteran
Ride under streetlights, on the late night
No knuckles, boy, we havin' AK fights
Clear blue skies and fly on the east side
She claim to be bad but she ain't got a gun
We gon' pass those up for the real ones
You can keep the small change, bitch, I want millions
[Chorus: Polyester the Saint]
I fly around
With money, bad bitches, and some fully loaded pistols
I fly around
Dodgin' these snitches, chasin' these riches
I fly around
Pussy pay attention, you ain't fuckin' with my henchmen
I fly around
They know about a nigga all through the town
No time to wait, I want my money right now
Bendin' corners, one wheel off the ground
Two up the homies and you know we finna clown
This for my home girls that love to hold it down
This for my home girls that love to let me beat
She hook it up with the grits and the G's
She look fly but she stay lowkey
I'm sippin' wine and she smokin' on trees
Five percent president with my other girl
Weavin' through traffic, can't be spotted by my other girl
She gon' go crazy, the love turn into hatin'
When I'm in the club, bring Yak, I'm gettin' dumb faded
Gotta show me something 'cause the talk ain't 'bout nothing
It's going one way, I'm getting paid and I'm fucking
Million dollar fragrance, I ain't the one to play with
If I shoot a nigga down, bitch, you better not say shit
Long days, I need extra hours
I need more hatin' ass internet cowards
Cross the line, we don't do that shit them niggas do
Sack chasing suckers, making your homies look stupid
2-0-1-7, you niggas headed in the wrong direction
I'm a G, you fuckin' with a veteran
Ride under streetlights, on the late night
No knuckles, boy, we havin' AK fights
Clear blue skies and fly on the east side
She claim to be bad but she ain't got a gun
We gon' pass those up for the real ones
You can keep the small change, bitch, I want millions
[Chorus: Polyester the Saint]
I fly around
With money, bad bitches, and some fully loaded pistols
I fly around
Dodgin' these snitches, chasin' these riches
I fly around
Pussy pay attention, you ain't fuckin' with my henchmen
I fly around
They know about a nigga all through the town
No time to wait, I want my money right now
Bendin' corners, one wheel off the ground
Two up the homies and you know we finna clown
This for my home girls that love to hold it down
This for my home girls that love to let me beat
She hook it up with the grits and the G's
She look fly but she stay lowkey
I'm sippin' wine and she smokin' on trees
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