Lyrics

Look You niggas gotta wait on a Friday to pick up the check It's a Monday I throw on the Nike Alyx and pick up the check Why yo' bitch keep on beggin' for sex? I'm killin' you niggas, got Bstroy my chest Maison Margiela, it came with a vest So many zeroes, it end with an S Yuh, my hoodie, it made of alpaca She said, "What you do?" I said, "I'm not a rapper" Why these niggas be beefin'? They actors I count up a milli', you count up a Bachelor's Skrrt off in a 'Rari, they after us Hat Kapital, jeans Kapital She spell my name and it's capital Everything Kapital, we from The Capitol Oh, oh (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Ooh, oh (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah, Prada mask, thirty first of October Purple suit, they thought I was the Joker Fuckin' yo' bitch at my crib She got on my loafers I told the bitch, "I am the owner" Number (N)ine sweater, I pull in the Rover I'm in this shit, yeah, bitch we over I tie up the Rick Owens over my shoulder Go 200, I ran up a check 100K in my lap and you count up a midget She spin on the dick like a fidget You niggas be talkin', I swear that I live it I swear it's not rented Now that I live for the time, yuh, my vision got vivid I used to hop out the Civic Now I count 500 thou' in the kitchen Oh, oh (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Ooh, ooh (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Don't lose me (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) I swear that I'm lost in the wind (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Don't lose me (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) I swear that I'm lost in the wind (ooh) I can't feel myself, I can't feel myself (ooh-oh-oh) I can't feel myself, feel like I'm over the edge (oh-oh) I can't feel myself, I can't feel myself (oh-oh-oh) I can't feel, feel
Writer(s): Ethan Andrade, Malachi Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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