(Why my figure getting bigger)

Why my figure getting bigger

Why I'm clutching on the trigger

Why he sip codeine not no liquor

Swear my cup getting thicker

Swear my money come quicker

Drop a bag get ya issue

On the block with my hitta

Think you got me, how you figure

Six figure boy, that's before rap (yeah)

Six in my cup, that lil night cap (night cap)

Say you down bad, boy you all cap

I be counting money fast, got my fingers cramp

Got my fingers cramping oww

Why my money dancing now

Pop a xan keep passing out

Mix and match my fashion wow

How my drip be dripping now

Watch ya step keep slipping out

Slow ya roll, the totem pole keep lipping out

Get a check and buy my bitch Givenchy wow

Kilo for the stress, Imma flip the frown

Smiling when I pass, damn I need a crown

Baking soda odor, cook my heart colder

Imma young never give a hold up

Imma need to roll up, put me down

Percy in my soda, baby boy a soldier

Let me drown, keys to the Rover

I'm a bit closer feeling down (down, down, down)

Still feeling down (down, down, down)

Still feeling down (down, down, down)

Still feeling down (down, down, down)

But bitch look at me now

Why my figure getting bigger

Why I'm clutching on the trigger

Why he sip codeine not no liquor

Swear my cup getting thicker

Swear my money come quicker

Drop a bag get ya issue

On the block with my hitta

Think you got me, how you figure

Six in the morning, still fucking rolling

Six milligrams, I be fucking loaded

Say it ain't true, but you fucking know it

Ive been counting all these problems, got my feelings showing

Got my feelings showing now

Cut my chest and thaw it out

Clear the scene, I'm airing out

Draco laughing at the clouds

Pop a xan keep acting out

Check for check I'm cashing out

Slow your roll I'm holding tote, don't pat me down

Tripping off the tabs, ain't no backing down

We want all the smoke, ain't no passing round

Gucci Fendi bags I need all the clout

Baby count my payroll, that gon' take all day tho

Smoking on the fuego Asalamalakim

Pissing on my name, got a lot to say on me

Know that shit ain't change, still the same ole me

Still feeling (down, down, down)

Still feeling down (down, down, down)

Still feeling down (down, down, down)

Still feeling down (down, down, down)

But bitch look at me now

Why my figure getting bigger

Why I'm clutching on the trigger

Why he sip codeine not no liquor

Swear my cup getting thicker

Swear my money come quicker

Drop a bag get ya issue

On the block with my hitta

Think you got me, how you figure