[Intro]
(If young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon' shoot you)
[Chorus: Gunna]
I get them dollars, put 'em in a safe
Roll up my problems, smoke them to the face
VVS ice and it goes with this cake
Gotta new closet, I ran outta space
Safety deposit, I'm bankin' with Chase
All the flights private, don’t see TSA
Fifty round choppa with me in that wraith
Watch my surroundings, ain't goin' to the grave
Future so shiny I don't see the shade
I'm rollercoaster, they ridin our wave
Diamonds they clean like they came with a maid
Got us some motion, we finally paid
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Six in the mornin', I ain’t even yawning
Not a freak hoe but came up off a corner
New two door Porsche and no it’s not a loaner
I doubled up, now my trunk fit a motor (Yeah)
Big paper on tables inside of yo' Rover
Drink lean and sip weed, I could never be sober (Ya)
Dior cologne, she in love with my odor
Had racks since a youngin', my bitches be older
Gave back to my momma, still feel like I owe her
I wanna see more, these Lambo's sit lower
Went back got that shit I couldn’t afford
You ain’t cashin’ out, all the checks done got void
My team ballin' out like we playin' a sport
You gon' want a bitch, then you gotta get spored
Rock ice in my mouth now, it used to be foil (Ice)
These words in my mouth, say I sound like a poet
(If young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon' shoot you)
[Chorus: Gunna]
I get them dollars, put 'em in a safe
Roll up my problems, smoke them to the face
VVS ice and it goes with this cake
Gotta new closet, I ran outta space
Safety deposit, I'm bankin' with Chase
All the flights private, don’t see TSA
Fifty round choppa with me in that wraith
Watch my surroundings, ain't goin' to the grave
Future so shiny I don't see the shade
I'm rollercoaster, they ridin our wave
Diamonds they clean like they came with a maid
Got us some motion, we finally paid
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Six in the mornin', I ain’t even yawning
Not a freak hoe but came up off a corner
New two door Porsche and no it’s not a loaner
I doubled up, now my trunk fit a motor (Yeah)
Big paper on tables inside of yo' Rover
Drink lean and sip weed, I could never be sober (Ya)
Dior cologne, she in love with my odor
Had racks since a youngin', my bitches be older
Gave back to my momma, still feel like I owe her
I wanna see more, these Lambo's sit lower
Went back got that shit I couldn’t afford
You ain’t cashin’ out, all the checks done got void
My team ballin' out like we playin' a sport
You gon' want a bitch, then you gotta get spored
Rock ice in my mouth now, it used to be foil (Ice)
These words in my mouth, say I sound like a poet
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