Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Soloman Hill
Soloman Hill
Songwriter
Emmanuel Bing
Emmanuel Bing
Songwriter
Malcolm Perry
Malcolm Perry
Songwriter
Walter D. Thomas
Walter D. Thomas
Songwriter

Lyrics

She got Celine dreams stylin' She wanna wear my Supreme And I cannot lie Love how them shits be fitting on my skinny petite Socks Gucci, but you cannot see 'em cus they hiding under my jeans Keep me a fire but this stick dirty no way that I'm keeping it clean I just had to change up the whole wave Niggas wanna be me now Yeah I know that the hate but niggas like Ray So they can't see me now This shit for all of them crabs in the bucket that just wanna keep me down 'Specially them folks that's gone speak on my name still thеy wanna keep me round She want them pink Nikе's she wanna walk around looking just like me She asked for them green diamonds All on her wrist look like poison ivy She litty she hot spicy Vvs cold so she looking icy The way that she moving enticing Baby get low like she throwing some dice in Took her to a private island Let her see (c) on both sides like Chanel President tint make her feel like Michelle She on go but mama taught her well She just wanna change up the whole game She just want some vvs now She want her diamonds to pop out the frame Looking like 3D now Not the one to mess with She say she know I'm a blessing Palm angles on my back VLone attached Feel like I'm possessed I got 'Lenciagas when I'm stepping Double G across the belt I got baby girl up on my side she don't wanna ride with no body else She wanna a bag cause She got Celine dreams stylin' She wanna wear my Supreme And I cannot lie Love how them shits be fitting on my skinny petite Socks Gucci, but you cannot see 'em cus they hiding under my jeans Keep me a fire but this stick dirty no way that I'm keeping it clean I just had to change up the whole wave Niggas wanna be me now Yeah I know that the hate but niggas like Ray So they can't see me now This shit for all of them crabs in the bucket that just wanna keep me down 'Specially them folks that's gone speak on my name still they wanna keep me round Phantom, phantom Bank account look handsome Look at these diamonds and gold prancing None of it keep my soul dancing Bright, I don't think twice Veli for the people like I'm Condoleezza Rice You say you the best brother you ain't gotta lie You say I'm the best brother you ain't ever lied I be in my bag in other words I'm in my mind I'm on my knees praying up to God Asking why I'm not sleeping in the night Too many reasons I got demons in the night Too many reasons I got demons in my life I been going up flying pelican glide If it ain't bout money then I don't wanna talk Put the drip on my kicks now I walk like Jesus Lot of the niggas be cap don't get love Don't get no dap from me I be the coldest under the sun Hold weight like the drum on the gun Begging for [?] never do that with nobody I get the bag and I put it in four pockets Just like the Migos it's three of us We for the culture and we finna take off Yeah We can't take no losses undefeated Stack my money up and then repeat it Never let my head get too conceited 'Till I'm rich I'm balling every season She wants Celine dreams stylin' Travel the world we passing through climates She want that iced out lifestyle That's why she dropped out of college She got Celine dreams stylin' She wanna wear my Supreme And I cannot lie Love how them shits be fitting on my skinny petite Socks Gucci, but you cannot see 'em cus they hiding under my jeans Keep me a fire but this stick dirty no way that I'm keeping it clean I just had to change up the whole wave Niggas wanna be me now Yeah I know that the hate but niggas like Ray So they can't see me now This shit for all of them crabs in the bucket that just wanna keep me down 'Specially them folks that's gone speak on my name still they wanna keep me round
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