[Intro: Veeze & Tay B]
(Green light)
I forgot what I was doin', I started listenin' to that bitch again
Yeah
Yeah, all facts, lil' nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on, boy
Real rich niggas, man, you know
Yeah (Hope I got you, you know that)
Yeah
(Fuck, nigga)
[Verse 1: Veeze]
Up a roll on a rap bitch, bet it shut her up (Shh)
Cheap bitch tryna fuck on me, it ain't addin' up (It ain't addin' up)
In the truck starin' at the stars while the sun come up (Yeah)
You can never be my right hand, that's my double cup (My double)
I'm sippin' drank, diamonds clear like Grey Goose (Huh?)
I did like the bitch 'til she said she fucked Tay too (Man)
Tell that bitch pull up with the BJ like Tay do (Yeah)
Real millionaires, it ain't too much we can't do (Swear to God)
I know a nigga use the Greyhound make the gray move (Huh?)
Catch an opp, tighten his ass up like his braces loose
Rich bitch with me, she got pointers in her chain too (Yeah)
This a mob meeting, only bosses at the table
[Verse 2: Tay B]
Yeah, lately, I been bring racks out just to fuck 'em up (Hmm)
I'm only puttin' chains on my neck that's a hundred-plus (It's crazy)
Bitches callin' me they best friend for a cover-up (It's crazy)
Took a bitch shoppin', fuck the tag, I just rung it up (Yeah)
Every bitch wanna go down since I'm goin' up (Hmm)
Last night I fucked seven hoes, so I throw it up (Hmm)
Spent three hundred on a plain jane, I guess I'm growin' up (Hmm)
Got a pretty bitch rollin' weed while I'm pourin' up (While I'm pourin' up)
I just counted up two million cash, I don't mean to brag
Now everybody wanna ask, they used to put me last
I can hit the jeweler with no money, put it on my tab
On her period, she askin' me to fuck her in her ass (What?)
She keep askin' for my sign, baby, I'm a Sag' (Sag')
Half man, half horse, but I drive a Lam' (Hmm)
Every car got F's, I'm never out of gas
You wanna be in Lamborghini Boys, you gotta holla at Wham (Holla at Wham)
Hit a nigga block and spin, spin, I'm 'bout to holla at Dan
Hatin' nigga playin' all my songs, how you not a fan?
When I was younger, all my niggas was on Telegram
I was sittin' in the trap tryna sell a gram (On God)
Now the load way too big to drive, we gotta mail 'em in (On God)
And we got the best ticket around, go and tell a friend
(Green light)
I forgot what I was doin', I started listenin' to that bitch again
Yeah
Yeah, all facts, lil' nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on, boy
Real rich niggas, man, you know
Yeah (Hope I got you, you know that)
Yeah
(Fuck, nigga)
[Verse 1: Veeze]
Up a roll on a rap bitch, bet it shut her up (Shh)
Cheap bitch tryna fuck on me, it ain't addin' up (It ain't addin' up)
In the truck starin' at the stars while the sun come up (Yeah)
You can never be my right hand, that's my double cup (My double)
I'm sippin' drank, diamonds clear like Grey Goose (Huh?)
I did like the bitch 'til she said she fucked Tay too (Man)
Tell that bitch pull up with the BJ like Tay do (Yeah)
Real millionaires, it ain't too much we can't do (Swear to God)
I know a nigga use the Greyhound make the gray move (Huh?)
Catch an opp, tighten his ass up like his braces loose
Rich bitch with me, she got pointers in her chain too (Yeah)
This a mob meeting, only bosses at the table
[Verse 2: Tay B]
Yeah, lately, I been bring racks out just to fuck 'em up (Hmm)
I'm only puttin' chains on my neck that's a hundred-plus (It's crazy)
Bitches callin' me they best friend for a cover-up (It's crazy)
Took a bitch shoppin', fuck the tag, I just rung it up (Yeah)
Every bitch wanna go down since I'm goin' up (Hmm)
Last night I fucked seven hoes, so I throw it up (Hmm)
Spent three hundred on a plain jane, I guess I'm growin' up (Hmm)
Got a pretty bitch rollin' weed while I'm pourin' up (While I'm pourin' up)
I just counted up two million cash, I don't mean to brag
Now everybody wanna ask, they used to put me last
I can hit the jeweler with no money, put it on my tab
On her period, she askin' me to fuck her in her ass (What?)
She keep askin' for my sign, baby, I'm a Sag' (Sag')
Half man, half horse, but I drive a Lam' (Hmm)
Every car got F's, I'm never out of gas
You wanna be in Lamborghini Boys, you gotta holla at Wham (Holla at Wham)
Hit a nigga block and spin, spin, I'm 'bout to holla at Dan
Hatin' nigga playin' all my songs, how you not a fan?
When I was younger, all my niggas was on Telegram
I was sittin' in the trap tryna sell a gram (On God)
Now the load way too big to drive, we gotta mail 'em in (On God)
And we got the best ticket around, go and tell a friend
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