My pockets breaking the scale
Damn, fucking these hoes every day, I'm starting to think I need help
Woah, that boy got turned to a pack, you can be next if you tell
Just spent twenty racks on some clothes
But I still ain't get to wear them
Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel
Armani, Armani, Armani, ayy, Gucci, Chanel
Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel
Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel
I be fresh as fuck, for no reason, hoe
I get high as shit, just to feel my body float
Big body Benz, it look like a boat
I pulled up on LA and told 'em, "Let's go"
My bitch keep a knife and I keep a pole
My bitch mad at me, 'cause I'm DM-ing hoеs
Red carpet, when wе pop out they all starin'
Hotbox the whole room, I think I need some air, damn
Soon as I touch my first M, I'ma take care of mama bear
6 figures to my name already, but I need some more (Oh), yeah (Yeah)
Racing to that money, racing to that money
Racing to that money, bitch, I'm racing to that money
Broke ass boy, can't get nothin' from me
He want a verse but I told him, "It's ugly"
She wanna fuck, so I lift up her front piece
All yellow Bentley, it look like a Taxi
My pockets breaking the scale
Damn, fucking these hoes every day, I'm starting to think I need help
Woah, that boy got turned to a pack, you can be next if you tell
Spent twenty racks on some clothes but I still ain't get to wear them
Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel
Armani, Armani, Armani, aye, Gucci, Chanel
Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel
Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel
This lil' hoe all on my body
She wanna know when I'm coming to town
I guess she wanna serve me that sloppy
First things first, gotta bring a few friends
Girl you know, me and Suave got a hobby
Hop out the GLS Maybach with the Forgiatos, you know how we riding
I guess this lil' nigga mad
'Cause I just took a pic, and his hoe was inside it
She wanna fuck with a nigga like me
'Cause I'm up, you just not as exciting
Couple of niggas came up off of me
How the fuck could you say that I'm biting?
It's okay, niggas came up and got bigheaded
I guess he needed some guidance
Gucci that's right on my top, Gucci that's right on my body
Rockin' Armani, Armani, Armani, Armani, Armani, Armani
Nigga want beef, he want smoke, he want cancer
Well nigga, you gon' have to find me
These niggas really be thinking we neck and neck
Till the Hellcat get to whining
My pockets breaking the scale
Damn, fucking these hoes every day, I'm starting to think I need help
Woah, that boy got turned to a pack, you can be next if you tell
Spent twenty racks on some clothes that I still ain't get to wear them
Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel
Armani, Armani, Armani, aye, Gucci, Chanel
Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel
Rocking Armani, Armani, Armani, yeah, Gucci, Chanel