Letra

Mmhm mmhm Yeah big boss shit Big CEO shit You know it You see it Hardly working, working hard Used to trap on boulevard Like a dealer pulling cards Teacher said I'm very smart Blunt smell like a Beagle fart Off the meter, off the chart I'm so high I'm facing Mars I'm so high I'm high as planes In designer it got stains I had cash before the fame Before I rapped I had a name Before you rapped you was a lame Need to find a different lane Rappers cap I hate that shit Got my girlfriend matching blicks He talk down I send a blitz I feel like Bill Belichick I do show they send a check I can't take no disrespect Watch your tone and watch your neck Muscle tone I like to flex I'm a witch might get you hexed Hexed, Hexed I'm too rich for basic bitch I can't main no basic bitch I can't main her that's too dangerous I done got too famous All these bitches nameless I'm like 'who is you?' I'm too lit ain't got no clue Ain't no crip my money blue Ain't no crip but I met Troup It's really crazy though like I was there when, on Atlanta crip day When 2Chainz shot that neighborhood video I was there with the DJ my OG I had on all white with the blue shoes They thought I was queen crip in that bitch That was they day I met Thug too I make good decisions I got good intentions That's why I keep winning How they mad when I'm just living Fuck they really thought Turn it up a notch Stirring up the pot Big CEO they can hate it but they turn it on and watch Big Ceo shit Ricch auntie shit Let me talk my shit
Writer(s): Louis Maina, Cassie Evans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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