My seat back, blunt lit, and I'm touchin' screens
Workin' three calculators in the six-speed
When it come to these numbers, I got OCD
She probably walked out on you, but nigga, not me
I sit her down and give her game, and she follow lead
Every ex-bitch I had still callin' me
I got a separate jack for that, you can't just call me
I still push the AMG from A to B
When your money up, you can't put nothin' past it
When ya mind right, it's not a lot you can't handle
I still peepin' how they move when I'm not around
I still keep my head up when I'm feelin' down
Watch 'em play the whole role for the lifestyle
Count another bankroll with the top down
Gotta play ya cards right, keep ya options open
You don't gotta ask much, the actions'll show you
I be out eatin' lunch, but packin' the .40
I swear this hard work done got me immaculate trophies
I just move how I move when it's time to go
Couple mil' put away 'cause you never know
Is the bitch one hundred?
Man, you never know
What I'm pullin' out next, man, you never know
My mindset never change, nigga, rich or broke
Elevation at it's finest, I'm givin' 'em hope
My seat back, blunt lit, and I'm touchin' screens
Workin' three calculators in the six-speed
When it come to these numbers, I got OCD
She probably walked out on you, but nigga, not me
I sit her down and give her game, and she follow lead
Every ex-bitch I had still callin' me
I got a separate jack for that, you can't just call me
I still push the AMG from A to B
I-I wake up early in the morning and grab my calculator
C-calculated risk, no assist, just him, just him
W-workin' three calculators in the six-speed
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