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[Verse 1]
Ooh, I'm ballin' in Fendi
I put my bitch in Celine
I got that money, nothing
Run up on me
Swear to God get the beam
Wait, back on my dreams
I'm smoking dope like a fiend
I get that mud, like I'm Saiyan
Run up on me
Swear to God to Kareess
[Verse 2]
Look at my chain, I got A.C.
All these **** wanna be me
I get that money, no maybe
Fuck on that bitch
Now she wanna have my baby
Wait, the people they calling me crazy
Stocked up like a Navy
My new bitch, she calling me shady
Popping your weight
Don't get hit with the .80
[Verse 3]
I just cashed out on some Reggie
I can't fuck your ho, I'm so picky
I just did 12 nights, 6 cities
I just put lean on her titty
Ya bih just gave me a hickey
On my dickey-dickey-dickey
Play with the money
Take you out like Ricky
My weed OG
Quick give me sticky
Shorty, she bounce on my dick
I say, "Giddy"
I need 4 pints of the Tec
I get drippy
Reggie pop LSD tabs like a hippie
Feel like I'm Jimmy
Beat up the kitty
I fuck that bitch
Wasn't that bad call it pity
She my lil' Miss Piggy
"Rich Forever" be the global committee
Diamonds, they shine like the stars
So pretty
[Verse 4]
Ooh, I'm ballin' in Fendi
I put my bitch in Celine
I got that money, nothing
Run up on me
Swear to God get the beam
Wait, back on my dreams
I'm smoking dope like a fiend
I get that mud like I'm Sayian
Run up on me
Swear to God to Karee
[Verse 5]
Look at my chain, I got A.C.
All these **** wanna be me
I get that money, no maybe
Fuck on that bitch
Now she wanna have my baby
Wait, them people they calling me crazy
Stocked up like a Navy
My new bitch, she calling me shady
Popping your weight
Don't get hit with the .80
[Verse 6]
Porto la tua tipa da Fendi
Vuole il mio dolcetto, il mio candy
Sto moltiplicando stipendi
Sto solo volando, ci credi?
Scarpe pulite, fra', il suolo non tocca I miei piedi, no
Sto sulla base con Famous e Reggie
Parlano male della gang
Presto gli tornerà contro
La tua tipa si fa la gang
Devi infilare due condom
Sto in alto, mi sento un Concorde
Tu sei uno stupido condor
Mi riempo la vita di comfort
Occhi rossi dietro alle lenti Tom Ford
[Verse 7]
Ooh, I'm ballin' in Fendi
I put my bitch in Celine
I got that money, nothing
Run up on me
Swear to God get the beam
Wait, back on my dreams
I'm smoking dope like a fiend
I get that mud like I'm Sayian
Run up on me
Swear to God to Karee
[Verse 8]
Look at my chain, I got A.C.
All these **** wanna be me
I get that money, no maybe
Fuck on that bitch
Now she wanna have my baby
Wait, them people they calling me crazy
Stocked up like a Navy
My new bitch, she calling me shady
Popping your weight
Don't get hit with the .80, yeah
Written by: Gionata Boschetti, Gore Dexter Tiewon Jr, Reggie Mills
