[Intro] Welcome to the things with wings experience (Wings) Fly with me, won't you?
[Chorus: ericdoa] Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—)
[Verse 1: ericdoa] Me and the bros, we came up from nothing F.N. with the scope, I'm making 'em run Designer we tote, it's hurting my lungs They callin' em clones, I'm callin' em sons I might call [?] and go out to lunch Got a stick if he panic, it came with a punch How I take your bitch, but I look like McLovin? Give the most to my family, I told him he not I got suicide doors, and they kicking the bucket People say that they got you, but I do not trust it Stop, I'm with the gang, and we ready to mob I'm in New York, I throw up the rock I'm at the function, I poup up cîroc Made six figures off of hyperpop Quiet kid, I don't like to talk Stay low, but they got your drop
[Chorus: ericdoa] Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—)
[Verse 2: midwxst] I made a mil', I'm not talking 'bout [?] I'm sippin' that water [?] You say that I'm floppin', bitch, look at my stats My coupe is incredible, that shit go dash I don't wanna talk if it's not about cash Eighteen with six figures, boy, I got a big bag These niggas be trippin', they must be on tabs I'm in a coupe, bitch, I feel like Mad Max, yeah I had to tell 'em, "Relax" Like groceries, spendin' my bag That nigga mad that I'm goin' up really fast But I was speakin' all these facts But that nigga sad Like murderers I'll take a stab I feel like Dexter, bitch, I'm in the lab Oh, he want a feature, well, I'm finna tag I feel like I'm Dolly, bitch, hop out the 'Lac I'm in they mouth with a tool like a dentist You wanna be me, boy, you my apprentice I stay with that [?] they feelings, my sentence My manager told me to watch all my spending, ha But I didn't listen, ex-girl thinking 'bout me, reminiscing My pockets big, like a politician Said I'm not hard? Well, that shit is fiction, bitch I'm in New York, bitch, I feel like a nun My bro walk around, and we totin' that tool These niggas be cappin', no, they are not true White girl in my DMs, she sippin' on Trulys I know some bloods, and I know me some cripps Two choppas on bro, call 'em Lilo and Stitch That nigga cappin', not ready for this Me and Eric hit the stu', made a hit, bitch
[Chorus: ericdoa] Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha, (Laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Ha, (Yeah) ha, (Woah) ha, (Yeah) ha (Laugh to the bank, like—)
[Outro] This is a **** exclusive (Ha, ha, ha, laugh to the bank, like, yeah) Laughing all the way to the bank (Ha, ha, ha, laugh to the bank, like, yeah)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
