Yeah
Big money misses, bitch
Um
He brought out the shit, too much
Nigga ain't even on that no more
I know y'all niggas want this shit bad
My niggas doing it
Yeah
Who you know do this shit without even trying
Niggas working too hard
Need to work smarter
I know it
Aye, got money on top the safe
And straight I think I need another stash
I'm balling like I'm in the NBA
New LV duffel bags
Everything I put on, couple thousand dollars on a tag
If I can't make a thirty ball today
I'm gon' go home mad
Fisher price, drive Bentleys through the night
Young niggas living life
Luggage don't get checked
We on the big boy jet with a pint
Two trap houses beating in the heights
One deep on a flight
Young nigga walk down on a cop
While they read me my rights
1250 for these chrome heart shades
And I wore them in the dark
Twin sisters, they both gon' fuck
And I'm knowing them apart
Slow leak running low on the love
It's a hole in my heart
Beverly Hills at a bad bitch crib
She show me some art
If I told you how much I made
Think a nigga lying
Come and post up at the spot for a day
See what niggas buying
On FaceTime with another nigga bitch
She ain't even mine
I'ma hit the road with a go-getter bitch
She ain't even fine
This wavy gang, this motion gang shit
Bigger than a giant
My new crib so goddamn big
We living in Reliant
My cup spilled, that's the last of the seal
Im Damn near crying
These niggas must not want no cake
Cause they ain't even trying
Told you niggas about this luxury trap shit
Know what I'm saying
Louis duffel bags with bags in them
High rise, you know what I'm saying
Wise guy shit
Big boy blunts
Big boy lifestyle
You little niggas might not understand this shit
Can't comprehend this shit
Fuck around and might not never!
You ain't did this shit nigga
Know what I'm saying
Nope
