[Intro]
CJ Beatz
[Chorus]
I'm not patient, this fast lotta blue faces gon fly to me
You buy the designer but I know you niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m feeling like Floyd, 50, you know how I’m tryna be
Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain’t robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can’t believe it so we had to air that bitch back
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the sacks
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger, I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat, pull up in a Maybach
[Verse 1]
Chase the bag and the Louis V’s, I ain’t gotta buy Supreme
Ask lil' shawty "Is you rolling, baby," 'cause I'm 'bout to buy the bean
And I gotta get this package off, uncle gotta buy the piece
Can’t nobody do it better, Louis V sweater, Prada by the jeans
Got two thousand and we made it double, my niggas had to invest
You ain’t got the dodie, I give my man fifty, get hollows ripping through your chest
We been trappin' for couple months, I made a hundred thousand on the road
Racks bustin' out the Balmain's, I just make it, count it, then I fold
Got them Christian Louboutins on I just say that I'm feeling like Jesus
And I got a couple cars on me, we was traveling and making them visas
F&N gon' try his vest, call the choppa Lil' Ceaser
I move my family right outta the hood, yeah, yeah, yeah
CJ Beatz
[Chorus]
I'm not patient, this fast lotta blue faces gon fly to me
You buy the designer but I know you niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m feeling like Floyd, 50, you know how I’m tryna be
Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain’t robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can’t believe it so we had to air that bitch back
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the sacks
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger, I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat, pull up in a Maybach
[Verse 1]
Chase the bag and the Louis V’s, I ain’t gotta buy Supreme
Ask lil' shawty "Is you rolling, baby," 'cause I'm 'bout to buy the bean
And I gotta get this package off, uncle gotta buy the piece
Can’t nobody do it better, Louis V sweater, Prada by the jeans
Got two thousand and we made it double, my niggas had to invest
You ain’t got the dodie, I give my man fifty, get hollows ripping through your chest
We been trappin' for couple months, I made a hundred thousand on the road
Racks bustin' out the Balmain's, I just make it, count it, then I fold
Got them Christian Louboutins on I just say that I'm feeling like Jesus
And I got a couple cars on me, we was traveling and making them visas
F&N gon' try his vest, call the choppa Lil' Ceaser
I move my family right outta the hood, yeah, yeah, yeah
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