Tequila

I just get to the money, okay Little bit of gin with the honey, okay See where I'm at, they're like no way Balled so hard, Imma need a toupee Mixing, little bit of OJ Mad when they see the way I'm living, okay Popping off the meter, go crazy You don't like me? Then it goes both ways Say cheese, for the cameras Big wins, on the mantle All me, no handouts Call me, no answer Everyone stop when I walk in the room They all look up when they talkin to Soom Getting too hot so I'm dropping the roof Feeling like Pop Smoke when I WOO Ay why you keep naming your tracks after food? Cuz I eat on these beats and I fuck em up too They mad that you back Hate if they want I just leave it at that Fuck gold on my teeth, I want gold on the plaque What's good Soom? You in a bad mood? Talking mad rude Bitch I got all these hits and I'm keeping em coming like 2020 with some bad news Ay Sumit go stupid the way that you doin em lately Now look what these haters be saying (Nothing) Go crazy like day after day on these records, these bitches still think that I'm playing I just keep winning and winning again Lowest I hit like a 9 out of 10 And tell all my haters I love em but I'm coming back in this bitch just to kill em again I just get to the money, okay Little bit of gin with the honey, okay See where I'm at, they're like no way Balled so hard, Imma need a toupee Mixing, little bit of OJ Mad when they see the way I'm living, okay Popping off the meter, go crazy You don't like me? Then it goes both ways Say cheese, for the cameras Big wins, on the mantle All me, no handouts Call me, no answer I just want top floor, on the roof Feeling like Pop Smoke, when I WOO Bitches do not know, what to do They all drop low when the boy come through Hey Sumit what's poppin? Sumit you killin it, Sumit I heard that you got it Boy I got options Learning new languages when I go shopping Roof on the benz just so I can go drop it Music on go, and that shit never shopping Got the keys to the game, and I got it on lock Got the hits in the vault, and they want me to drop And I'm sick so I'm keeping my distance Sumit keep shooting and he never misses Sumit too ignorant he never listens Bitch, why the fuck do you think I keep winning? Damn, bro, you serious? Been the best with the flow, period Got all those goals and I'm clearing 'em They wanna talk I ain't hearing it Song got 'em going delirious I just get to the money, okay Little bit of gin with the honey, okay See where I'm at, they're like no way Balled so hard, Imma need a toupee Mixing, little bit of OJ Mad when they see the way I'm living, okay Popping off the meter, go crazy You don't like me? Then it goes both ways Say cheese, for the cameras Big wins, on the mantle All me, no handouts Call me, no answer I just want top floor, on the roof Feeling like Pop Smoke, when I WOO Bitches do not know, what to do They all drop low when the boy come through