Lyrics

I got some Gucci all over my collar Bought her some Fendi when I got more guala Stack up the bands man this shit getting taller I know they scamming it's likely they callin Like trappin or rapping the way I be ballin I'm snappin' you Cappin the way you be talkin Cool quarter Mill in my Goyard duffle Born with the drip yea I learned how to hustle Made it out the mud I had to get it out the muscle When you getting paid it's like these hoes just wanna cuddle I'm not a plumber I stay with that pipe Ain't shit sweet don't go for the hype Track hawk Jeep but she ride like a bike I make a lot of money but get high every night I'm Drippin in designer everything OFF-White Don't call my phone I pick up when I'm ready I got a baddie I sent her the addy New Fendi runners I feel so athletic Cop me a coupe it's same color spaghetti Blowing this cash it was times we ain't have it Vibes in Miami, Smooth fuckin on the baddest The Mac-10 ain't plastic, put em in a casket You talking bout bitches I already had And I'm blowing a quarter when I step at Magic I already knew that I was bouta have it That money start calling, turned into a habit Speed off in a vette I'm sliding all through traffic Tell me what it is and I can make it happen Put me in some movies, I'm about that action Stacking up a hunnid, I ain't even trappin Blew up on these niggas, I wasn't even rapping I got some Gucci all over my collar Bought her some Fendi when I got more guala Stack up the bands man this shit getting taller I know they scamming it's likely they callin Like trappin or rapping the way I be ballin I'm snappin' you Cappin the way you be talkin Cool quarter Mill in my Goyard duffle Born with the drip yea I learned how to hustle Made it out the mud I had to get it out the muscle When you getting paid it's like these hoes just wanna cuddle I'm not a plumber I stay with that pipe Ain't shit sweet don't go for the hype Track hawk Jeep but she ride like a bike I make a lot of money but get high every night I'm Drippin in designer everything OFF-White (Hello) I got some Gucci all over my collar Bought her some Fendi when I got more guala Stack up the bands man this shit getting taller I know they scamming it's likely they callin Like trappin or rapping the way I be ballin I'm snappin' you Cappin the way you be talkin Cool quarter Mill in my Goyard duffle Born with the drip yea I learned how to hustle Made it out the mud I had to get it out the muscle When you getting paid it's like these hoes just wanna cuddle I'm not a plumber I stay with that pipe Ain't shit sweet don't go for the hype Track hawk Jeep but she ride like a bike I make a lot of money but get high every night I'm Drippin in designer everything OFF-White
Writer(s): Kaila Snow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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