[Intro]
Look at my championship ring I feel Bavarian
Put on my championship ring I feel like champion
Bring out my money machine I don't feel like countin' it
[Chorus]
Bigger than a hashtag
More waves than a durag
Goyard on my bag
My heart didn't turn black
I got J's at the door it ain't gon' stop
Boom, boom, boom
Tryna jock my steez get you knocked
Boom, boom, boom
Once upon a time I hit the interstate in traffic
Just for my good karma had to save a bitch of magic
Ain't no time to talk you hit your target with Bin Laden
Put a tra-tra-tracker on your car and let you have it
[Verse 1]
Trap, trap, trappin' is a sport but I ain't peek that
Front your lil work you need to pay
You can't keep that
Fuck around and have to throw grenade where you sleep at
Drop the four inside a lemonade ain't been to sleep yet
Five cellphones, I'm in the sky like it's dynamite
Didn't hesitate to eat my cock up she got a appetite
One time only, ain't no call backs
DMX nigga, where my dawgs at
Popped some X nigga and I fall back
Fuck whoever next money [?]
Turn my Gucci socks into a ski-mask
I'm tryna stop cheating on my bitch
I need rehab
I'm tryna stop drinking lean when I relapse
Quarterback the team like McNabb
Hustling is a hobby
Thousand bitches in the lobby
Thots on my body, that's a body
[?] the floors of Maserati
[?] got me cocky
Let her pull off and call her nan up
Let her do Bentleys, ain't no rentals
An M for a show and that's a minimal
Way too phenomenal, to keep bein' astronomical
14k the cost to make my gold pancho
Look at my championship ring I feel Bavarian
Put on my championship ring I feel like champion
Bring out my money machine I don't feel like countin' it
[Chorus]
Bigger than a hashtag
More waves than a durag
Goyard on my bag
My heart didn't turn black
I got J's at the door it ain't gon' stop
Boom, boom, boom
Tryna jock my steez get you knocked
Boom, boom, boom
Once upon a time I hit the interstate in traffic
Just for my good karma had to save a bitch of magic
Ain't no time to talk you hit your target with Bin Laden
Put a tra-tra-tracker on your car and let you have it
[Verse 1]
Trap, trap, trappin' is a sport but I ain't peek that
Front your lil work you need to pay
You can't keep that
Fuck around and have to throw grenade where you sleep at
Drop the four inside a lemonade ain't been to sleep yet
Five cellphones, I'm in the sky like it's dynamite
Didn't hesitate to eat my cock up she got a appetite
One time only, ain't no call backs
DMX nigga, where my dawgs at
Popped some X nigga and I fall back
Fuck whoever next money [?]
Turn my Gucci socks into a ski-mask
I'm tryna stop cheating on my bitch
I need rehab
I'm tryna stop drinking lean when I relapse
Quarterback the team like McNabb
Hustling is a hobby
Thousand bitches in the lobby
Thots on my body, that's a body
[?] the floors of Maserati
[?] got me cocky
Let her pull off and call her nan up
Let her do Bentleys, ain't no rentals
An M for a show and that's a minimal
Way too phenomenal, to keep bein' astronomical
14k the cost to make my gold pancho
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