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Yeah-yeah, yeah Who they wanna be? Uh, who they wanna be? Me Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (Bird business supremacy) Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, ayy I got so much fuckin' cheese, cheese Who these niggas wanna be? They wanna be me Clutchin' the 43X, my niggas shoot from the three I got so much fuckin' cheese, I got so much fuckin' cheese I got so much fuckin' cheese, bitch, my pockets lookin' obese I got so much fuckin' cheese Everything these niggas wear, swear that shit be so cheap I got gunners everywhere, everywhere I be deep, yeah Kan just went SRT He can't control that bitch, he should've bought him a fuckin' Jeep Dior jeans with that cheese, Dior jeans with no crease Can't give these niggas peace, Glock 27 got a fuckin'- Can't say it on this bitch but the way that bitch sound, it's a glitch If I get caught with this bitch, you know lil' Rino gotta go sit Hang with all my fuckin' dawgs, make them niggas go sick Spider 'Rari crawlin' walls, know these niggas be sick I don't wear no fuckin' Rick but I hit my dance like I'm lil' Rick She got a lot of ass up in them pants, I like the way that bitch sit AMG move fast, they like, "Where the fuck this boy went?" Sold that nigga some fent', 'cause that bitch had me bent My cup cost a nigga rent, literally Look at my motherfuckin' jacket, that bitch came from Italy Cut off that bitch two years ago, I know that that bitch missin' me Soon as your stupid ass shoot at me, you better hit at me I'm high on the motherfucking holidays, I'm off of that Christmas tree I just met a new plug at the Busy Bee All these niggas do is mug 'cause they hate on me Put that bitch in a blunt All we do is smoke Runtz, havin' fun If my nigga get caught with that gun, he on the run Yeah, I'm high in the sky and I don't know why I'm chillin' with God Look me in my eyes, see, you see the devil Look at my bezel VVS1 all on my wrist, you not on my level I got so much fuckin' cheese, I got so much fuckin' cheese I got so much fuckin' cheese, bitch, my pockets lookin' obese I got so much fuckin' cheese Everything these niggas wear, swear that shit be so cheap Schedule II boys, drug business I just popped a motherfuckin' pill and this bitch got me too lifted You could say that I'm a pill head, I don't sip red I'm lyin', I do, my stupid ass had to catch my head Had to catch my head Catch my head
Writer(s): Deante A Johnson, Prod. Pink, Bart How, Hudson Major Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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