hah
pussy
fuck all these niggas man
yeah
we havin' this shit too
nigga
yeah
young nigga havin' this money and shit
you know what i'm talkin' 'bout? yeah
yeah for real
brown paper bags
smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad
cuffing that bitch
when she fucking
you going out sad
i had a dream in the pool i was swimming through cash
that's your main bitch? i was fucking her first
go grab the margielas
right there with the fur
flexing on purpose
flexing on purpose
these bitches went missing when i was just hurtin'
i put your bitch on the xan then put her on perkys
that was a part of the plan
get millions is workin'
offset!
i'm 'bout to sign your bitch
let me remind ya bitch
i am a walkin' lick
but i am with the shits
click
click
click
click
shoot and i sprung my wrist
money is over a bitch
go to the mall in a bentley
money is bigger than winfrey's
sippin' codeine out a simply's
i do not fuck with the enemy
30
000 to the dentist
drums
thirty extensions
we pull up where we got no
we fuckin' these stars for fitness
bankrolls are large
you feel me?
i'mma go get me a bag
they gon' be bitter and mad
they already know it's a fact
go to the show with a gat
brown paper bags
smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad
cuffing that bitch
when she fucking
you going out sad
i had a dream in the pool i was swimming through cash
that's your main bitch? i was fucking her first
go grab the margielas
right there with the fur
flexing on purpose
flexing on purpose
these bitches went missing when i was just hurtin'
i put your bitch on the xan then put her on perkys
that was a part of the plan
get millions is workin'
quavo
i put your bitch on henny
on henny and coca
you saying your wrist is rocky
well i got some boulders
ice on my neck
cold shoulder
you talkin' 'bout modern day rap
but don't know the culture
50 bands in the motor
12 can't pull me over
snowball
think it's polar
hotline
motorola
fancy bitches
go get the bag
the baddest bitches
age of 23
i was in the magazine
the forbes edition
brown paper bag
when you get it make sure you count your racks
brown paper bags
smashing your hoe on the low and she calling me dad
cuffing that bitch
when she fucking
you going out sad
i had a dream in the pool i was swimming through cash
that's your main bitch
i was fucking her first
go grab the margielas
right there with the fur
flexing on purpose
flexing on purpose
these bitches went missing when i was just hurting
i put your bitch on the xan then put on her perkys
this was a part of the plan
get millions is working
brown paper bag
wad full of cash
paparazzi flash
jeweler gave me glass
never look back at my past
sip slow and live fast
i ended up in first place but i swore a nigga started last
i was born empty-handed but a nigga knew i had to get a bag
i was raised by my mama
so a nigga never really had a dad
remember that lick we had hit?
broke in and we found the stash
20k right by the stand
wrapped up in a brown paper bag
that wasn't part of the plan
take out the tape from the cam
no evidence on who i am
'cause i can't afford to get jammed
cuffin' bitches
i don't stand 'em
all my bitches
yeah
i share 'em
fuck 'em
but you gotta pay 'em
break the bread up with the fam