[Chorus]
'Cause all this Moncler and Balenciaga pairs
Now I'm meetin' all these girls by the pair
I'm in a brand new merc
Give my chick air
Now she blow me up callin me a jerk
All this Louis on my neck
And Louis on my crep
Got these rappers lookin
Thinkin I'm a threat
Got me blowin out the most with these £50 notes
Damn I think I'm bout to blow another cheque
[Verse 1]
Yo I ended up in jail
They said that I got to stop
A lot of opps I give them smoke like a coffee shop
My racks goin' up like suicidals
If you take one of mine
I'ma take three of yours
These ain’t regular stones
Go check the clarity
I burst man astaghfirullah
I give to charity
My probation thinks I got white and B lines
What I lost an R8
I could if copped three times
I'm VIP in the club
No ID on the door
I used to run a trap line until my feet went sore
My Chanel runners cost me a thousand a pair
I cop them both cause I don’t know which ones I wanna to wear
They see me flyin' in my whip
And they ask me for a pic
But this pic ain’t for no fuckin' Instagram
She wants a getaway trip so I put bricks in her whip
Baby these rappers ain’t seen no kilogram
Boss man I want both
I can’t choose by choice
Give my worker a pack
Tell him bank it like Lloyd’s
So much shells on the phone
That this sim says fool
H got the long stick
But we don’t play pool
'Cause all this Moncler and Balenciaga pairs
Now I'm meetin' all these girls by the pair
I'm in a brand new merc
Give my chick air
Now she blow me up callin me a jerk
All this Louis on my neck
And Louis on my crep
Got these rappers lookin
Thinkin I'm a threat
Got me blowin out the most with these £50 notes
Damn I think I'm bout to blow another cheque
[Verse 1]
Yo I ended up in jail
They said that I got to stop
A lot of opps I give them smoke like a coffee shop
My racks goin' up like suicidals
If you take one of mine
I'ma take three of yours
These ain’t regular stones
Go check the clarity
I burst man astaghfirullah
I give to charity
My probation thinks I got white and B lines
What I lost an R8
I could if copped three times
I'm VIP in the club
No ID on the door
I used to run a trap line until my feet went sore
My Chanel runners cost me a thousand a pair
I cop them both cause I don’t know which ones I wanna to wear
They see me flyin' in my whip
And they ask me for a pic
But this pic ain’t for no fuckin' Instagram
She wants a getaway trip so I put bricks in her whip
Baby these rappers ain’t seen no kilogram
Boss man I want both
I can’t choose by choice
Give my worker a pack
Tell him bank it like Lloyd’s
So much shells on the phone
That this sim says fool
H got the long stick
But we don’t play pool
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