Greed (feat. Lil Yachty)

(I hear you're looking for Candyman, bitch) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy All that greed, you should kill yourself All that greed, you should, uh, ayy All that greed, you should kill yourself Big geeked boy, I'ma heal myself Another high-speed and she still ain't ate Sex, money, drugs, I can't feel my face Big broke heart in the VIP Drive so fast, we don't need IDs Ho so pretty and she still gon' bake Another high-speed and she still ain't ate All that greed, you gon' fit right in Took a lil' break, now I'm back, pop a ten Super charged Tune, they gon' hear it's me Burn this bitch down like literally Put a bad bitch in a DDT 50K earring, nothing cheap Bitch and her friend wanna buy me Chrome Sitting back feeling like a P-I-M-P Remember when niggas'd just give me hell Rockin' big clothes like it's 2003 Pull up, 650, not G63 Have a cookout, everybody get smoke Niggas going through it, code green like a lima bean UK bitches tooted up off of ketamine Turn him to a pack, leave him stuffed like a figurine Nigga think he fly? We gon' give that boy a set of wings Four in the two, shoot-shoot, that's the regiment My jeweler just made a light like he Edison Pussy grip tight on the finger like a wedding band Drop a new clip in the Glock, got sleight of hand (ayy, ayy, ayy) All that greed, you should kill yourself Big geeked boy, I'ma heal myself Another high-speed and she still ain't ate Sex, money, drugs, I can't feel my face Big broke heart in the VIP Drive so fast, we don't need IDs Ho so pretty and she still gon' bake Another high-speed and she still ain't ate