Lyrics

I'm selling this work n my pocket obeses Balenci shoes Soo you know that I'm flee Foreigns on foreigns I'm Switching Vs I'm ducking these Hoes they ain't getting No cheese (Gs) I'm cooking the stuff but no pots in the kitchen diamonds leaking n it look like I'm Lynching I cut my old chick cuz the hoe always bitching i wash my money up now it is Up in the ceiling real nigga click no more snitch in the system bad bitches like me i kno That they feening 40 on me nigga don't want no problem Designers my shoes nobody can go cop them I put shopping bags in the new maserati I wear mike amiri n I sleep in themGucci's Young nigga flossing he straight from the Haiti ur girl left you yea now you holding the Baby No more diddas now I'm Styling my nikes 5 star Telly n I'm grabbing her titties my pinky Ring red n it look likesome hickies I sold my condo just to sleep in the bentley I be surfing I'm on top of the waves Christian Dior n u know that's my shades I b balling I b shooting them fades Vvs chain n it is custom made I kno u made my patek b in ur face Life been soo tuff but I know it a race I don't like u cuz i know that u phony Thank u Jesus for the jewlz n fetties
Writer(s): Jean Utteriyn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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