Mom Dream Caster & Laker

[Intro: Laker]
N-N-Nuke Radio
I'm gonna split it up till its all gone (La-Laker)
Louis Vuitton, Balmain- ain-
Louis Vuitton shirt out of my ma- (You're fuckin' with the Roach Mafia)
I'm sipping my cup can't see what I want

[Verse 1: Dream Caster]
You play your fake place
Can't say it to my face
He show up to to show face
I show up she don't place
Theres a light you dont know
No notifs on my phone
Im gonna keep it that way
But she dont
She dont
She dont
She dont
She dont
She dont

[Verse 2: Laker]
She don't remember where her car is
She be asking what my sign is I tell her I'm a Taurus
I'm not a tourist
Bitch I'm a terrorist
I’m on the Forbes list
Bought a mansion in the hills
Just so I could foreclose it
I'm in designer but I ain't got a closet
I be dressing just like I'm inside the closet
I'm gonna split it up till its all gone
Louis Vuitton, Balmain- ain-
Louis Vuitton shirt out of my ma-
I'm sipping my cup can't see what I want