[Verse 1] All these beats go dumb in the stereo But I'm just too smart for the radio Masked up like a young Rey Mysterio Mask off when I'm back in the studio Mac ain't make it to twenty-seven Pac ain't make it to twenty-six Big' ain't make it to twenty-five It's only right that I gotta get rich Cut niggas off and I curse niggas out Niggas thirsty for help, it's a motherfuckin' drought (Bitch, it's dry) Niggas envy when you famous first They don't know what they name is worth (They don't know) Please excuse my grammar (Please) See my opps gettin' filled with anna (Okay) This game like Home Depot Bitch, they got keys, hoes, and hammers (For the low, for the low) Niggas gangsters, killers, and scammers We was out dodgin' bullets and cameras When you broke, niggas won't throw slander Get money, now your ass can't stand us, man I want a whole lot of green and a pair of nice jeans I been with the new beam and this pair of ice creams Ever since I was a teen (Uh-huh), I been focused on the cream (Uh-huh) Want the clothes and the kicks and— (What?)
[Chorus] And I don't want a car, I want an X-Wing (Yeah) I'm just onto the next thing Growing up, I didn't have the best things Now my diamonds on my neck gleam I don't want a car, I want an X-Wing (Yeah) I'm just onto the next thing Growing up, I didn't have the best things Now my diamonds on my neck gleam
[Verse 2] New mind state in a new spot Fuck a TikTok, bought a new watch It's my time now, where my G-Shock? Fur coat fresh off a sasquatch Told me to keep it PC Nah, nigga, I'ma let the MAC pop Everybody wanna be the man I'm the nigga counting money in the backdrop Oh shit, it's the nigga slicker than some lubricant Young, exuberant Movin' through the city where your Uber went Am I killin' it or am I losin' it? 'Stead of counting sheep, I count dollars Ridin' high, Chevy Impala If I make that bitch an inch taller, then I upgrade to a Skywalker Rap elite, I'm top tier Kill the game, then drop tears Gassed up, I'm Scarecrow, I reveal your worst fears Niggas work hard 'til they on Star Island But I won't stop 'til I own Star Island Money stack up and the jets keep pilin' Drop-top windshield, Audi five thousand
[Chorus] And I don't want a car, I want an X-Wing (Yeah) I'm just onto the next thing Growing up, I didn't have the best things Now my diamonds on my neck gleam I don't want a car, I want an X-Wing (Yeah) I'm just onto the next thing Growing up, I didn't have the best things Now my diamonds on my neck gleam And I don't want a car, I want an X-Wing (Yeah) I'm just onto the next thing Growing up, I didn't have the best things Now my diamonds on my neck gleam I don't want a car, I want an X-Wing (Yeah) I'm just onto the next thing Growing up, I didn't have the best things Now my diamonds on my neck gleamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
