Malik's Room

Take your time

Yo

Balmain

Stay on my feet ma

I be in the ball light

**** it's G. time

I be drippin all ice

****'s is cheap wine

It's in your blood line

Heard it the grapevine

The world wants to eat me

Please bitch

I'm the hook line

The look in my eyes

Got these ****'s shook and crying

Imma divide

Imma divide

Fuck up your hymen

Fuck up

Your visor like

Malik's Room

Malik's Room

Malik's Room

Malik's Room

Doing what it takes to get rich

I'm doing I'm doing

What it takes to get rich

Doing what it takes to get rich

I'm doing I'm doing

What it takes to get rich

Doing what it takes to get rich

I'm doing I'm doing

What it takes to get rich

Doing what it takes to get rich

I'm doing I'm doing

What it takes to get rich

Pour up more

Of course I'm hot shit

Mr. Noir

My flows the nicest

I want more these gorgeous

Nice whips

Pull up the Royce to the Porsche

I like it

I'm just that boy with coin

They call me Mr. Five gears

Mr. who what

Yuh done know I'm here

Ahead of my years

That's the light years

I'm in my bag

And fully fashion

Hailing From saks

But fuck the the tag

Imma just Snag it

Then get the blastin

My automatic

Then get the cash and dip

I like to bag they goals

Porsche pushing past them hoes

Damn I'm cold

Adjusting my hip

Consider the rest

I'm ready

And my trigger

Stretch

Malik's Room

Malik's Room

Malik's Room

Malik's Room

Doing what it takes

Doing

Doing what it takes

I'm doing what it takes

Doing

Doing what it takes

I'm doing what it takes

I'm doing

I'm doing what it takes

I'm doing what it takes to get rich

I'm doing

I'm doing

What it takes to get rich