Yo, uh
'Cause I've been there and I've spun back (Cppo)
Scammin' out, it just run flat
Me and Es used to run laps
Now we're runnin' racks and this dumb cash
'Cause I've been there and I've did that
Smoked grams of that Ridgeback
I don't do lines, I sniff zig-zags
I've had more steaks you've had Big Macs
Bitches look at my direction
Now that I've blown like some TNT (Boom)
Why she keep talkin' 'bout money, man?
I just asked her, "What you see in me"?
Cameras, they comin' with flash
And I'm comin' with gas, so it's hittin' like TMZ
Bitch wanna give man affection
If she ain't suck, get the fuck out the 'bnb
Dolce and Gabbana, everything's designer
I'm a fuckin' rockstar, I'll put some coke up on my rider
D-Dolce and Gabbana, everything's designer
I'm a fuckin' rockstar, I'll put some coke up on my rider, yo
Me and Es just left Munich
And the players like Robben and Ribery
Agh, I'm a boss, you ain't talking 'bout guap?
We could fight in the vicinity, huh
I'm seeing these rappers go up and they can't even rap
Man, this shit is just killing me
They said I ain't drop
"He's a mock star, man's fallin' off"
Man, these kids must be killing me
'Cause I've been there and I've spun back
Scammin' out, it just run flat
Me and Es used to run laps
Now we're runnin' racks of this dumb cash
'Cause I've been there and I've did that
Smoked grams of that rich bag
I don't do lines, I sniff zig-zags
I've had more steaks you've had Big Macs
Crept in, looking villainous with my hat low and my feet up
Eyes closed and I'm winnin', bitch
Man, there's money made when I speak up
This bitch want a slice of the pie
But a nigga need toppin' like pizza
Used to see him, my dog gettin' flows
Amount of times I do this in Brighton or Peter
I just made bank in the States, no visa
Makes sense that these rap boys target
I just painted her face for the fun of it
Now she's calling me more than an artist
I been ringin' down bells in Milan
Blowin' up like Osama bin Laden
I smoke up just to get in my zone
And when I'm in it, I hit it like Harlen (Woah)
Givenchy shirt, know I'm stylish
Needin' all of the stock like a pirate
I'm up now like a G6 pilot
Ooh, I'm switchin' it up like the climate
'Cause I'm cold, man, I'm freezing
Man, this Louis V duffel got G's in
If I eat, then everyone's eatin'
Don't picture these pants till my pockets are cheesing, shit
Major labels wanna get me
Model bitches think I'm sexy
The only reason they wan' meet me
Is so they can say they fuckin' met me
Valencia beach on a jet-ski
I feel like I ball harder than Messi
I don't know why they think that they're cold
I'm seein' more snow a motherfuckin' yeti
Just call me the rat, I'm in love with the fetty, fetty, fetty
We've got model bitches out the telly, telly, telly
I see the cash and I kill it like Kenny, Kenny, K-Kenny
Countin' up racks in the a.m., I won't stop till this check gets levied, bitch
'Cause I've been there and I've spun back
Scammin' out, it just run flat
Me and Es used to run laps
Now we're runnin' racks and this dumb cash
'Cause I've been there and I've did that
Smoked grams of that rich bag
I don't do lines, I sniff zig-zags
I've had more steaks you've had Big Macs (Bitch)
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