Just Imagine

August finna pass, ain't no tint on my glass

Broke the money, count the hoes to count my Benjamins fast

Buy a mansion, all cash, make these hoe **** mad

Buy a Benz with all tens, ain't even peel out my stash

Kicked back in Mercedes, catch a rat **** shady

Flip a coin inside this bitch, it ain't no top on my baby

Got a arm like I'm Brady, I push a foreign Ms. Daisy

I might park my car on court and blow the horn this shit crazy

Fifty pointers and carrots, chopper sittin' in my bucket

AR too big to tuck it, Two-tone car, Uncle Ruckus, Bro ride 4s he on crutches

We put dope in the Dutchess, I pop trunk on my pastor, With me, nobody get lucky

Sold my bowls im with Willy, Pour-a-four this shit chilly

So much dope in the ceiling, Bro paroled to a million

Pop my trunk and that shit read, Ion care about no **** feelings

Told my hoe I ball on aliens too not only civilians

Told my bitch I ball on marshians too not only civilians

We was homeless as children, My **** want me with billions

Bro puttin' up four **** yearly, I done sold my dope and my jewelry

Told my hoe and told my bro

When I drop this flow, they gon' hear me

Yeah, August finna pass, ain't no tint on my glass

Broke the money, counter hoe still count my Benjamins fast

Buy a mansion, all cash

Make these hoe **** mad

Me and my ****, man, goddamn, we gone have bout four lambs in this

Motherfucker, Goddamn, me at the.. in the buildings

Y'all gon' see a motherfucker, this shit gon' be everywhere

Aw, man, Its gon' be track hawks ridin' around this motherfucker

It's my birthday in August, ****, so what the fuck is we doin

It's finna be my birthday again, dude what is we doin

I was tryna be ballin' before August, I ain't gonna lie, On, God