Lyrics
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I got money, yeah, in every spot (spot, yeah)
I got cribs, watches, blicks, and Glocks (Glocks, yeah)
I got chains, bonds, cribs, and stocks (stocks, yeah)
I got cars, garages, docks, and yachts (yachts, yeah)
Most y'all not real people, y'all fuckin' bots (bots, yeah)
I got money, I got cribs and watches (watch me)
I got money, I got shit, a lot (dream, this shit go dummy)
Yeah, I'm not from this Earth, I come from the sky
Yeah, I can't trust no soul, you a fuckin' lie
Huh, when the world ends, you gon' fuckin' die
When I fly on planes, I'm on private life
Yeah, stab you in your head with a fuckin' knife
Yeah, hurt you, end up dead, you a fuckin' spy
Ion know, ion wanna know
Ion know 'bout this shit, ion wanna know
Ion know 'bout this shit, ion wanna know (yeah, yeah)
Ion go with this shit, ion know nobody, bitch
Ion know about this shit and ion know you, not my friend
Ion know about this shit and ion wanna know 'til the end (yeah)
Yeah, 'bout all that shit, ion know 'bout it
Yeah, I could hear that shit, still don't know 'bout it (shh)
Yeah, two feet in this ship, had no option, bitch (option, option)
That's why I made this shit, that's why I make profits, bitch (profits, profits)
Yeah, had to risk my life, I wanna be poppin', bitch (poppin', poppin')
Yeah, have to risk your life if you wanna make profits, bitch (yeah, ah)
I got God talkin' to me, I feel like a prophet, bitch (ooh)
Oh my God, I got Glocks, I got fuckin' sticks (money)
Oh my God, shut the fuck up, I don't wan' hear that shit (shh)
Oh my God, test your luck, you gon' meet him, kid (whoa)
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang, just got 'em racks on you, bitch
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang, yeah, I would die 'bout this shit (yeah)
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang (bang), yeah, you'd get fried like a pig (whoa)
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang, yeah, you could die like a bitch (yeah)
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, used to be high as 'em, kid
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, really be fly as a pigeon (brrt)
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, really be cookin' in the kitchen (ah)
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, how you gon' always play the victim? (What?)
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang (bang), see you get killed, them guns, we got 'em, damn
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa (yeah), I been relaxed on them pills (yeah)
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, you don't know how the fuck it feel (yeah)
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang (the pill), yeah, you could die in the field
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa (hold up), yeah, I'ma always keep it real (yeah)
I got money, yeah, in every spot (spot, yeah)
I got cribs, watches, blicks, and Glocks (Glocks, yeah)
I got chains, bonds, cribs, and stocks (stocks, yeah)
I got cars, garages, docks, and yachts (yachts, yeah)
Most y'all not real people, y'all fuckin' bots (bots, yeah)
I got money, I got cribs and watches (watch me)
I got money, I got shit, a lot (dream, this shit go dummy)
Yeah, I'm not from this Earth, I come from the sky (ooh)
Yeah, I can't trust no soul, you a fuckin' lie (ooh)
Huh, when the world ends, you gon' fuckin' die (ooh)
When I fly on planes, I'm on private life (ooh)
Yeah, stab you in your head with a fuckin' knife (ooh)
Yeah, hurt you, end up dead, you a fuckin' spy (ooh, ooh)
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