Lyrics
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Uh (mama, Zachary makin' beats again) 005, 555
Okay (B100), yeah
It's just like I'm fresh out the met' (yeah)
These boys only rich on the net (on the net)
These diamonds crushed, stuffed in the face (in the face)
40-pointer, infinity neck (on the neck)
She wanna get fucked on a (what?)
She wan' get fucked on a jet (what? What?)
I wish they bring back the Act' (yeah)
Bring back the Wock', bring back the red (okay, cool)
I been rockin' these Gucci like denim (yeah)
Fresh as fuck everytime I post a picture (yeah)
They had called me a flight, call the plug (uh-uh)
Niggas still out here breakin' and entering (let's go)
Prolly somewhere tryna catch me a box
Get it off, drop a tape, hit the charts (yeah)
Get a check, drop a tape, and recoup (and recoup)
In the booth, I been duckin' the narcs (yeah)
I'm still duckin' 12, like Ja Morant
These nigga still ain't none (ain't nothin')
Shit I put on, boy, this shit ain't cheap (ain't cheap)
I'm trappin', went flea if it's Cactus Plant (ya dig?)
I'm trappin' Margiela forever (yeah)
Nigga, I get the paper forever (now what?)
I'm too rich to be fuckin' a scram (what?), but I give her a chance, she'll be litty forever (what? What?)
Forever
I'm too rich to be fuckin' a scram (yeah), but I give her a chance, she'll be litty forever (forever)
Forever (forever)
I'm trappin' Margiela forever (yeah), Margiela, Supreme, forever
I ain't spendin' no check on no pussy (what?)
I get low, jump out the bushes (what?)
Don't wan' kick it, I cut off my foot (what?)
Know the Rolls-Royce came with the grain wood (yeah)
Might go foreign, the trunk in the hood (yeah)
Put them racks on your ass 'fore I diss (yeah)
For my shooter, I'm sendin' my picks (yeah)
That my shooter, I know he don't miss (yeah)
Pound for pound, we boxin' shit (yeah)
One-of-one Chrome, you can't cop this fit (no)
Herck bag, she want the H (yeah)
I put her one up every day (fuck)
They ain't playin' about no eighth (uh)
R.I.P. Kobe, I'm pourin' up eights (yeah)
Back to play, I'm servin' shake (yeah)
Bodybuilder, I been pushin' the weight
She wanna fuck, brought her friend, okay
Hide your Percocets in my drank (yeah)
Kick the bitch out if her pussy stank (yeah)
She rockin' Rick, she thought that she ate
.308 stick, I shoot up the place (yeah)
This shit forever, record this on tape (yeah)
Vetements sweater, cost me like 10K (yeah)
I'ma go shoppin', I dress up your ho
Dressin' room, hit it, she fucked in the store (what?)
They countin' digits, we countin' up more (yeah)
I'm in Florida, yeah, I move like a Zoe
Shawty shakin' ass, there's money all on the floor
Pop me a Perc' then I drop a four (yeah)
Released from the label, I dropped this ho (yeah)
She want a new slot on my roster, whoa (yeah)
Load up the yacht, we got lots of hos (load up the yacht)
Forever
I'm too rich to be fuckin' a scram (yeah), but I give her a chance, she'll be litty forever (forever)
Forever (forever)
I'm trappin' Margiela forever, Margiela, Supreme, forever
Forever
I'm too rich to be fuckin' a scram (yeah), but I give her a chance, she'll be litty forever (forever)
Forever (forever)
I'm trappin' Margiela forever, Margiela, Supreme, forever
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