I'm Working on Dying
I might move like I'm Kobe
But I'm far from a snake
Said I live in the moment
Got an expensive taste
She tried lie for the money, uh
Know that girl want my cake, yeah
My chain straight from the ocean, uh
You chain straight from the lake, yeah
Slam on her, O'Neal
I do not care how you feel
All my diamonds, they teal
White gold, but your chain steel
Boy, you so broke, that's real
Armstrong on the money like Neil
Red stripes when I lift my shoe
Red bottom on the bottom of her heel
Um, yeah, we take the top off the foreigns
Take the top off 'less she snorin' (Skrr)
Um, yeah, take my red bottoms on vacay'
Then she woke up and she orange (Vroom)
Um, yeah, I can tell them niggas fake, but I don't know what he on
Oh, yeah, he know that he just make it rain, but I'm just making storm (Woah, woah)
Oh, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
None of these bitches I chase, uh
Bitch, I'm addicted to Chase, ayy
Money stack up in my safe, ayy
Racks busting out so it ain't safe, ayy
She wanna hit my weed but I told this girl this a face (Ayy)
I swear y'all niggas, y'all late
Y'all turnin' the human in me right into bait (Ayy)
Your pockets so weight
You tryna keep up in them shits, they deflate (Yeah)
Okay, I got me a 'Gatti (Uh)
Just in case you try to race (Ayy)
Okay, I know 'bout some bodies
But I put my hand on my face
I might move like I'm Kobe
But I'm far from a snake
Said I live in the moment
Got an expensive taste
She tried lie for the money, uh
Know that girl want my cake, yeah
My chain straight from the ocean, uh
Your chain straight from the lake, yeah
Slam on her, O'Neal
I do not care how you feel
All my diamonds, they teal
White gold, but your chain still
Boy, you so broke, that's real
I'm strung on the money like Neal
Red stripes when I lift my shoe
Red bottoms on the bottom of her heel
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