Yeah, you know it

****

Yeah, mega balling, major balling

Me and my **** man

My dawg

From another gutter, aye, aye let's go

Started from a bow, you don't even know the half

Bitch will leave the store, they walk out with the bags

Ten ain't even enough, we won't even throw that in the stash

Spent a couple bands for Christmas, she just got her ass

All this gifted cash, when I'm at Dior

I ain't give a fuck I got your bitch and she be doing chores

And I'm out in London I be toting motherfucking swords

I got your bitch in the back and I'ma smash her shit like smores Aye, Like a smore, your bitch at the door

Bitch can't even walk, too many P's all on the floor

We got shit that shoot from here to Brazil we ready for war, yeah

And we shooting dice in Botega, went major

Went major went platinum went back to back

I ain't give a fuck I had to go and get my ratchet back

I just took her to the back, she just keeps my strap

I ain't give a fuck I'm Michael Phelps, I be swimming laps around

Half these hoes, I be selling bows, blowing O's on the court

At this point, making money is a sport

Yeah, we sit on the floor beside the players, dapped up

Coach **** seat beside the mayor

I might just throw her bail, my hoe she eating the quail

I won't even watch the game I'm starting to bet on heads or tails, yeah

I need a bitch to give my bitch a hand, we park the Lamb' in front of Timmy Chan's, yeah

I'm selling chickens 'cause it's in demand, don't even call unless you with the bands

Don't even pull up unless you got the bands, yeah, the dogs just jumped the gate that's out my hands

I seen the money blow without the fan, yeah, it's hard to get her toes from out the sand, yeah

I see a bad bitch I got to look, I'm ten toes I'm not a octopus

Just a good dude man I'm not a crook, I be rapping all this shit that I never did

And I always keep a semi never keep a sig, and I'm in the Bentley coupe with the drop down 'cause I'm smoking cigs

Running routes like I'm Stefon Diggs, yeah, I be with his bitch, he be with his kids

Smoking hella strong never smoking mid, I grab my cup to sip my soda before I got the lid, damn

Aye, this bitch is low grade, I gotta be more paid, I'm ripping and running I'm always hustling until I'm in old age

My son be fresher than his teacher he wear Tom Ford, I fill the truck with fossil fuel I drive a dinosaur

I'm faded I'ma swerve, It's late and I'm on syrup, he don't even speak my language but the ese take my word

It's bright and early I open a brick I seen a baby bird, trap till we broke the lease and I was paying them on the third

I'm coming in the game all yellow and rose gold

I couldn't decide to go Johnny or go Zo

I'm counting up dirty money I made my jeweller catch a cold

Spend a hundred fifty now my neck and wrist froze

You too broke to be at Target, I'm shopping at Neiman Marcus

I just bought out the department and I'm rocking Gallery

I got Quagen by the carton in the Maybach marching Martin, we got bows in the apartment that's why **** mad at me

I can't complain, they sent a plane I live good, I know you see my chain I'm picking drank up in the hood

Yeah, five for bars, two for Somas two for drank, I know the coach will put me in before they lose the game

Coming in the game all yellow and rose gold

I couldn't decide to go Johnny or go Zo

I'm counting up dirty money I made my jeweller catch a cold

Spend a hundred fifty now my neck and wrist froze