[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha (I don't give a fuck, bruh, I'ma always be me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Brr, brr, brr)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha (Pfft)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Polo tee just like AMG, this bih' got some horses
Rich nigga, I'm on the Forbes list
Cashin' out in the store, back then I couldn't afford shit
Now, Lil 6, he worth a fortune
Take a flight 'cross the country like I'm back on my tour shit
Bitch, it don't matter where he at, call my team
Just to pull up, ASAP, right to your doorstep
[Pre-Chorus]
I-I-I'm in LA, rockin' all type of shit, you would think a nigga just re-upped the endorsements
Came in with a full hеad of hair when he walked in, I had a nigga lеaving with Michael Jordan
I'm in New York, blowin' dope in the air and I'm smokin' exotic gas and shit, it's imported
I just went and fucked the check, a lil' rich nigga, so I'm finna hop inside the DeLorean
I-I-I just went and told that lil' ho I'm done with her, dropped that lil' ho like she wasn't important
150 on the dash, but I'm tryna go faster so I told the driver to floor it (Yeah, yeah, c'mon)
P-p-pockets steady on that fat shit, I walk with a limp, it really look like they overflowin' (Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Ain't no show unless I get my lil' backend, I need my cash in 'fore I go and perform
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a cash addict, yeah (C'mon)
Only rock Vetements, Vetements, bitch, like it's a bad habit
Let do it, walk around with that TEC-9, bitch, you would get crashed badly, huh
Sippin' on red, on red, lil' bitch, shit look like cranberry, huh
Hummer got suicide doors, lil' bitch, like my granddaddy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha (I don't give a fuck, bruh, I'ma always be me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Brr, brr, brr)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha (Pfft)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Polo tee just like AMG, this bih' got some horses
Rich nigga, I'm on the Forbes list
Cashin' out in the store, back then I couldn't afford shit
Now, Lil 6, he worth a fortune
Take a flight 'cross the country like I'm back on my tour shit
Bitch, it don't matter where he at, call my team
Just to pull up, ASAP, right to your doorstep
[Pre-Chorus]
I-I-I'm in LA, rockin' all type of shit, you would think a nigga just re-upped the endorsements
Came in with a full hеad of hair when he walked in, I had a nigga lеaving with Michael Jordan
I'm in New York, blowin' dope in the air and I'm smokin' exotic gas and shit, it's imported
I just went and fucked the check, a lil' rich nigga, so I'm finna hop inside the DeLorean
I-I-I just went and told that lil' ho I'm done with her, dropped that lil' ho like she wasn't important
150 on the dash, but I'm tryna go faster so I told the driver to floor it (Yeah, yeah, c'mon)
P-p-pockets steady on that fat shit, I walk with a limp, it really look like they overflowin' (Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Ain't no show unless I get my lil' backend, I need my cash in 'fore I go and perform
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a cash addict, yeah (C'mon)
Only rock Vetements, Vetements, bitch, like it's a bad habit
Let do it, walk around with that TEC-9, bitch, you would get crashed badly, huh
Sippin' on red, on red, lil' bitch, shit look like cranberry, huh
Hummer got suicide doors, lil' bitch, like my granddaddy
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