I got some problems in my life, but everything gon' be okay (Okay)
I'ma stack it, put it in the safe
And if you wanna pay the price, I ain't never goin' no way (No way)
(I ain't goin' no way, QRN, yeah)
Crack the seal off a pint of lean, oh yeah, we gon' pour it (Pour it)
Steady grindin', tryna get some more of it (More of it, uh)
Trap house jumpin' like a trampoline (Skrrt), oh yeah, steady rollin' (Rollin')
Uh, once again, the cops patrollin' (Woo, woo)
I took lil' mama to the spot (Spot), uh, from the back, I made her throw it (Throw it)
Don't be scared to throw that ass, show it, yeah
I don't give a damn about no opp block, oh yeah, let them poles hit
And if I walk inside the club, that pole in (Pole in)
Whole lot of stacks made out the trap, yeah, I'ma count it, fuck a rubber band, yeah (Yeah)
Hundred bands inside my Robins (Robins)
I swear lil' shawty, she a thot, uh, I'ma treat her like a bad bitch (Yeah)
I put a switch up on the Glock, now it's an automatic ('Matic)
I'ma fuck this bitch and give her back, you can have her
I'ma make a hundred fuckin' cash off this plastic (Uh)
Glock 21, extended mag, not talkin' Savage (Baow, baow)
I'm not gonna show Audemars and the Patek
Uh, I'ma pop this bar then sip this cup then go to Saturn ring
I shouldn't have fucked your homegirl 'cause I realized that you're badder them (I fucked your thot)
Come through drippin' in Chanel, I might go put a little lovin' in (I might go put a little lovin')
It's AMG, the copy on the carpet like Aladdin (Skrrt)
Crack the seal off a pint of lean, oh yeah, we gon' pour it (Pour it)
Steady grindin', tryna get some more of it (More of it, uh)
Trap house jumpin' like a trampoline (Skrrt), oh yeah, steady rollin' (Rollin')
Uh, once again, the cops patrollin' (Woo, woo)
I took lil' mama to the spot (Spot), uh, from the back, I made her throw it (Throw it)
Don't be scared to throw that ass, show it, yeah
I don't give a damn about no opp block, oh yeah, let them poles hit
And if I walk inside the club, that pole in (Pole in)
Whole lot of stacks made out the trap, yeah, I'ma count it, fuck a rubber band, yeah (Yeah)
Hundred bands inside my Robins (Robins)
I swear lil' shawty, she a thot, uh, I'ma treat her like a bad bitch (Yeah)
I put a switch up on the Glock, now it's an automatic ('Matic)
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Meek, baby, I just want the millies
It's hard to make a choice, the Rolls-Royce or the Bentley?
I'm fly like an eagle, me and Joey out in Philly
Uh, I just want the money and more money, do you hear me?
I just want some Balmains, I just want Amiris
Free my nigga Bullet, big B bangin', yeah, he Billy
I'm rockin' Fear of God Essential 'fit, but I don't feel it
I got a scar from drinkin' all this lean, I got it on my kidney
Crack the seal off a pint of lean, oh yeah, we gon' pour it (Pour it)
Steady grindin', tryna get some more of it (More of it, uh)
Trap house jumpin' like a trampoline (Skrrt), oh yeah, steady rollin' (Rollin')
Uh, once again, the cops patrollin' (Woo, woo)
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