Ay, ay
Trill Sammy why you leaning so hard?
Off a bar, I'ma spit a couple bars
A bitch bad, got a Roll and a cigar
If she don't text back you know she chilling with a star
But I'ma do her wrong, take her hard and give it right back
Rolling up that gas, I need a spark
Riding down sunset boulevard
Diamonds biting on me like a shark
I jump in the coupe and I might do the dash
I don't need a card, bitch I got cash
I know these niggas, man I sit back and laugh
Money sitting tall like a giraffe
How the fuck you hating nigga, don't know me
Corners on my wrist, I'm looking like Kobe
I just copped a pint, pour it up slowly
Crazy ass bitch, she always chose me
Blowing up my phone, I put her on block
I be counting up cash while I'm getting top
Grew up kinda young, shout out my posse
I remember them days kicking on rocks
Now I'm in the hills
Take her out of here
Told her to reveal
Cause I'm tryna feel
Is it really real?
Balling like O'Neal, I don't even need a deal
Trill Sammy why you leaning so hard?
Off a bar, I'ma spit a couple bars
A bitch bad, got a Roll and a cigar
If she don't text back you know she chilling with a star
But I'ma do her wrong, take her hard and give it right back
Rolling up that gas, I need a spark
Riding down sunset boulevard
Diamonds biting on me like a shark
So much money I done broke the bank
Woke up this morning, double cup of that drank
I just run it up and my pockets Ben Franklin
Yeah, I can't give a fuck what a broke nigga think
Diamonds on me gon' drip
Smoking OG out a zip
This just lil (?) no sleep
I'ma make sure my niggas eat
I'ma jump off, jump on, back on beat
If I pull up, you know the whip two seats
What you make in a year, I make a week
On the way, no sleep
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