Sittin’ behind five percent, you can see the chi-nainLil’ one goin’ crazy, ready to sprrt for the gi-nangIf it wasn’t for Google, man, that bitch wouldn’t know my nicknameDropped a Maybach truck on a watch and it was plain janeLet the door swang, swang the door open, smell cocaineTraffickin’ drug money and trap outta this one laneStepped all in mud, this bitch can’t wait to tie my shoelaceOh, she don’t like girls, bet this money make a bitch so gay
Money real long, big as King Kong when you make the trap go jumpYellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones, I’m puttin’ on that stuffDiggin’ in her back, pull out my money, make a bitch bust a nutCame out the bando just to buy diapers, had to hit me a lickI bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven’t even seen a brickCocaine by the kilo, these days put it right on my wristYou can still see the chain lit up sittin’ behind five percent
Every time I re-up, they gotta advance at least twenty MI been gettin’ richer and richer my whole careerTook the dope money, went and record a mixtape, it’s rappers way outSittin’ on a bail totin’ a big K, ain’t even got a couchTo Australia, I’m familiar, spent two million on a jetIn that Dualie doin’ the dash, I let lil’ dawg he hold a TECI got mollies with the crystals but I been back doin’ XGot a Rolex on my wrist, this bitch cost ’bout a CorvetteGive these niggas a couple bands and hit your face and hit your chestI was rollin’ off the pills, I should’ve never fucked the bitchI got hoes, these niggas married, I don’t let ’em go, they come throughI got my fentanyl in my diamonds, I spend a nine on a pair of shoesI don’t even care who these niggas shot at, ain’t nan’ of ’em got merkedI got some real killers, they’ll kill a nigga, then go and shoot up the hearseYou think a nigga like me give a fuck about a nigga shootin’ up the church?I gotta take this shit up with God ’cause I’m a god on the earthI got this motherfuckin’ new Benz, I ain’t even drove it since it came outCouple of bad bitches, they twins, walkin’ naked through my houseCook good dope up in the kitchen, I could do that top shelfBitches still claimin’ me, I ain’t fucked over yet
Cartier wrist, Cartier watch, Cartier diamond buff (what up?)Money real long, big as King Kong when you make the trap go jump (jump)Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones, I’m puttin’ on that stuff (oh)Diggin’ in her back, pull out my money, make a bitch bust a nutCame out the bando just to buy diapers, had to hit me a lick (yeah)I bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven’t even seen a brick (ain’t seen a brick)Cocaine by the kilo, these days put it right on my wrist (woo)You can still see the chain lit up sittin’ behind five percent
Sittin’ behind five percent, you can see the chi-nainLil’ one goin’ crazy, ready to sprrt for the gi-nangStepped all in mud, this bitch can’t wait to tie my shoelaceOh, she don’t like girls, bet this money make a bitch so gay (bitch so gay)
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