[Verse 1] Double G buckle tucked under my shirt I taste codeine when I burp I bought a Bentley forgot it insured You just a broke boy, you get on my nerves What would I do if the music ain't work? If I turn my trap phone off will it still chirp? I couldn't tell nouns from a verb But I could sell wings to a bird I could sell tags to a shirt Askin' me if you got tickets for sure I don't know, I'm not sure You just got hit with the curve I didn't know that girl was yours Said that she don't got no boyfriend, but sure I grabbed her ass, and she call me a perv Open the legs, so I had to insert Make my own beats, and I write my own words Cash found a diamond, tucked under the dirt I blew my third cheque and second and first Now I stack up, pay my bills on the first Me and body goin' half on the chicken First we sell it, then we splittin' the difference I don't got no time to waste on no bitches Cause I know that the sea got lots of fishes
[Chorus] Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green I think I need me a money machine I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans Won't forget when no one cared about me Talkin' but they don't know shit about me Mad I'm the person they wanted to be This ain't the shit that they wanted to see, yeah Now they lookin' at me Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me
[Verse 2] My money tall hunnids, blue like a Smurf Neck full of water, it dripped on my shirt Nobody fuckin' with XO for sure Your label's new artist is really a nerd Suit my bitch up, yeah I bought her a fur Shootin' shit up, better act like you hurt Before I tell, I'mma go to jail first Drivin' on Xannies, I might hit the curb Valentino on my shoes and my shirt She ain't want me back when I wanted her I'm from the Rex, but the Southside my turf Had to think twice when I ordered dessert Now I order my homies the surf with the turf Take a full addy, with a half perc It's the brown boy that made it happen first Look at me zoomin' my Rari, skrt-skrt
[Chorus] Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green I think I need me a money machine I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans Won't forget when no one cared about me Talkin' but they don't know shit about me Mad I'm the person they wanted to be This ain't the shit that they wanted to see, yeah Now they lookin' at me Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
