Private Jet Amaru Son (Ft. Ugly God)

[Intro: Amaru Son]
(Amaru)
I got this cash on me, baby
Look at these racks on me, baby, oh
I got these stacks on me, baby
Look at these racks in my bag

[Chorus: Amaru Son]
I got this cash on me, baby
People don't wanna see me win from all the plays I be making
I move like a shark, so I gotta swim
I got Dior on my jeans, yeah, that's that shit that drives you crazy
I got the cheese, call me Casey
Above the horizon, slogan Macys
Yeah, all this ice like lemonade
I swimmin' like some Minute Made
The only way I live it up is if I know I'm getting paid
Oh, look at these commas, commas, commas rollin' in, they won't precipitatе
I'm in a private jet, don't wanna be latе
I'll see you later, stickin' with that hate

[Verse 1: Amaru Son]
No need to worry, baby, come and get these diamonds, diamonds, diamonds
And let's a trip all the way to my private island, island, island
I love when they hate on me, always so tough but in person be silent, silent, silent
And you wonder why niggas be hatin', huh?
I was wondering, needed savin', huh
The ones at the back of the line be the ones who was always countin' me out
This time I [?] so I'm never without
I'm never stoppin', fill they heads up with doubt
I was up kickin', layin' up on the couch
This why our pockets always stuck in a drought
Your stand is too high, you might need a new mount
The score ain't the same, you should think and recount
I'm 'bout to go bounce
Left a couple people in the past 'cause I knew that shit wouldn't last
And now I'm using their jealously while I'm aiming up close to a bag
I know it's ugly and sad
But I can't help if the only thing you do is throw white flags, oh, yeah, yeah