flewed out

cheeze

married to the streets

i can't do forest

know some rich niggas that'd never make the forbes list

still

i'll bust a move in some jordans

make 'em take their phone

i know she tryna record me

flew her on the jet

i got chartered

yeah

half a million

now a hundred my starter kit

press a button on the whip and make it start up

everybody trappin' from the 'partment to the corridor

i believe in god

not in karma

ain't fuckin' with these bitches who just lookin' for a comma

seven figure nigga

two commas

i been poppin' back that money so niggas even can't relate

i been runnin' up from zeros

some shit i just gotta say

everybody got a job

i guess they position to hate

i can deal when niggas talkin'

as long they in they place

i was married to the game

i'm just happy i got away

then i take a picture with a r in the seat

i ain't fuckin' with that lil' boy

he beneath me

i got stars watchin' over me when i'm sleep

shorty really love me

she just scared i'ma leave

give a couple thousand every time that we creep

we ain't makin' nothin' competition

we just leasin'

only hittin' baddies

can't be fuckin' 'round with decent

bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

i got some money i'm tryna blow

give me a reason

you and your friend

a penthouse

four seasons

you do the job

i pay the tab

we eatin'

bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend

we stayin' over

i'm on mine

no sleepin'

get you a bag and put it up for no reason

pick up the cash and count it up

then we leavin'

bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out

pussy make him pack it up and move out

hair worth the last name and new house

fuckin' on a private my mood now

let him eat this pussy on the g5

i'ma bust this ass like i'm strippin' in the g5

plenty niggas tryna hit

had to hit 'em with the deny

tell him that he gotta spend a bag to get a reply

patek the wrist

i'm such a boss bitch

my two birkins like they don't cost shit

suckin' him dead

he in the coffin

pussy tsunami

miami dolphin

i got some money i'm tryna blow

give me a reason

you and your friend

a penthouse

four seasons

you do the job

i pay the tab

we eatin'

bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend

we stayin' over

i'm on mine

no sleepin'

get you a bag and put it up for no reason

pick up the cash and count it up

then we leavin'

bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

jt back

trap niggas bring the blues out

i was in the cell

yung miami gettin' flewed out

put this pussy on him

make a nigga say ooh