Lyrics

Woo Maison Margiela, all I see is numbers Yeah, rain on my umbrella, them 808s like thunder Yeah, pretty bitch, hot just like a stove in the summer Yeah, stupid lit, we smoke dope and thumb through them hundreds Yeah, stupid bitch, you don't know me, you just know my number (yeah) Getting rich, I know I'm addicted to this money (money, money) Model bitch, I'm finna take her under (under), under there I'm with shooters and they gunning (shooting), not in the air Step up in this bitch, I'm fly (fly), I'm in the air, oh yeah Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, nigga, yeah She got good pussy, tryna change my life, nigga, yeah I turned 18, I took 20 flights, nigga, yeah Before 19, I blew 20 racks, nigga, yeah Your bitch like me, like me, throw it in the air I know she want me, she like me, but I don't even care I want white diamonds, ice cream, yeah, nigga, yeah I want black diamonds, black shit, black everywhere I got droptop bitches, droptop me anywhere I got droptop bitches dropping tops and underwear Yeah, I hit that bitch, and then I'm gone, nigga, out of there I roll a blunt up of some super strong, I'm geeked up, out of here We in the stupid whip, it's supercharged and we just ducking 12 You know that we keep sticks in here You know I keep some green like pears Designer kicks, I keep a pair Designer bitches, come in pairs It's up, it's stuck, it's in the air Designer smoke fuck up the air Oh, yeah This shit got me psyching out, I'm going brazy Yeah, and this bitch want me just to text her everyday I'm tryna get rich, bitch, I ain't got no time to play And I'm still thanking God 'cause I rock designer daily And I'm still going hard, bitch, I'm always chasing paper And I'm still going hard Tell these niggas, please don't play with me (yeah) Please don't play with me Please don't play with me Please don't play with me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, nigga, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) She got good pussy, tryna change my life, nigga, yeah I turned 18, I took 20 flights, nigga, yeah (yeah, no cap, nigga, don't play with me) Before 19, I blew 20 racks, nigga, yeah (I'm in this bitch getting big high, trippy nigga) Your bitch like me, like me, throw it in the air (big racks on me) Your bitch like me, like me, I don't even care (big, big style on me, know what I mean? All that) Maison Margiela, all I see is numbers Yeah, rain on my umbrella, them 808s like thunder Yeah, pretty bitch, hot just like a stove in the summer Yeah, stupid lit, we smoke dope and thumb through them hundreds Yeah, stupid bitch, you don't know me, you just know my number Yeah, getting rich, I know I'm addicted to this money (money, money) Model bitch, I'm finna take her under (under), under there I'm with shooters and they gunning (shooting, gunning), not in the air Step up in this bitch, I'm fly (fly), I'm in the air, oh, yeah Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, nigga, yeah She got good pussy, tryna change my life, nigga, yeah I turned 18, I took 20 flights, nigga, yeah Before 19, I blew 20 racks, nigga, yeah Your bitch like me, like me, throw it in the air I know she want me, she like me, but I don't even care
Writer(s): Joanna Longic-tokarska, Tobiasz Bilinski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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