SO WHAT!

Hey Ross, Sauce It Up! Audi, I8, matte black with the finish Cruising in my city yeah the fans got me winning Topping at 130, hit the pedal and I kick it Met some sharp turns but I turn it and I drift it SO WHAT! I might have some heavy days But fuck love, had to hide the racks away It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates I'm fessed up, I ain't got nothing to say So what! I might have some heavy days But fuck love, had to hide the racks away It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates I'm fessed up, I ain't got nothing to say You think ima let you run away with it, nah I ain't buying shorty another plane ticket, nah Moving coast to coast, is the fame hitting, nah Does my monеy fade like a faint image, nah 123 I'll pack it up .223 I'll saucе you up Hitting up my celly, wanting Fendi yeah she fed me up We was two now you are one Simple math just add it up Always catching L's I was ready for this breaking up What's the point of, all this loving I get turnt up, off my own hits You could learn girl, just start watching I been always in my bag, don't need a love fix Audi, I8, matte black with the finish Cruising in my city yeah the fans got me winning Topping at 130, hit the pedal and I kick it Met some sharp turns but I turn it and I drift it SO WHAT! I might have some heavy days But fuck love, had to hide the racks away It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates I'm fessed up, I ain't got nothing to say So what! I might have some heavy days But fuck love, had to hide the racks away It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates I'm fessed up, I ain't got nothing to say Mad at me cause I grinded You lost your way but you'll find it They hate on me cause I'm something Wish you were me but boy you ain't nothing Used to tell me I would never be shit Now I'll be the kid that everybody bitch wanna be with My brother pulled a stick but I ain't seen shit Everywhere we go my homies keep it the realest Everywhere I go I got a bitch in her feelings But she ain't mean a thing, guess that's why I keep leaving It's 2k for a feature, bitch you better believe it My momma need a bag and a coupe with no ceiling Audi, I8, matte black with the finish Cruising in my city yeah the fans got me winning Topping at 130, hit the pedal and I kick it Met some sharp turns but I turn it and I drift it SO WHAT! I might have some heavy days But fuck love, had to hide the racks away It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates I'm fessed up, I ain't got nothing to say So what! I might have some heavy days But fuck love, had to hide the racks away It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates I'm fessed up, I ain't got nothing to say