It's a monster It's a monster Money, money It's a monster
Pack after pack after pack Tell paparazzi relax I never look for the trap You heard, we already know where it's at
Huh, I don't react, I'ma just look at the stacks Uh, uh-uh, why you gotta flex like that? Wait, yeah, I only care 'bout the racks Tryna finagle the tax Start a company and look at the facts I'm out the country, they know where I'm at They tryna come for me but know they can't fuck with me We love the way you kill the fashion I hope you know that was just a distraction, nigga
Pack after pack after pack Tell paparazzi relax I never look for the trap You heard, we already know where it's at, okay
Left with a package, runners are bringing it back, okay And all of these blogs, nigga, I give a fuck what they say I'm back in the place, girl yell at the DJ to back up the bass I'm on the way, Room 49, 42 in the safe, yeah Nobody's safe, the packs are laced, say she wanna taste They smashed the guts in my face, but I can roll Backwood again, okay, okay Ayy, I am really with the shit Big bag full of pink packs, got a Kit-Kat in the whip, yeah This that new drip She like the whole clique She need that, she like, "I wish, oh, I wish" I'm in, so stylish I ain't gotta tell you what I get Fuck the high, nigga, you a toilet Wait
Push packs through the border, move faster Secret space pole, grab my... Main bedroom in the house is called the master They'll never think they on the 'Gram with Think it's time to tell 'em who I am Just so they can fully understand They put the fire on my head Always pick truth, never dare Cups in the air We don't give a fuck, send the add'
I don't understand Why you got a hundred fifty thousand in your hand, nigga, wait Y'all just building castles in the sand, nigga, wait Flexing in the Falcon, fuck a Lam', nigga, wait Shit, why you always playin', huh? I drip a wrist, spin up in the ship Way too far with the images Niggas think I'm the new Wiz All these gold bricks I'm skippin' in They think I'm acting different just 'cause now I'm tryna flip dividends Gold throne that I'm sitting in Rose gold, kiss venomous Big drip down in Africa This year, just how I did in Flint I tried to tell 'em all, they wasn't listening I think it worked to my benefit Only seein' nothin' but the benefits I just pray to God that somebody get a grip They yellin' and tellin' me let 'em live I'm guessing the vision's ahead of 'emTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
