Future - Pluto x Baby Pluto [w/Lil Uzi Vert] Album Lyrics

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Stripes Like Burberry

Dj Escomoe City, the coolest DJ on the motherf*ckin' planet (oh)
Escomoe free (oh)

I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a f*ck nigga, yeah, like a wheely, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin', shit get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug ain't seal it

Takin' out two hundred at a time, stack it to the ceiling
I got me a brand-new coupe and I took off the ceiling
These boys not, uh, on my level, live on top of the building (yeah)
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like whoa, I ain't got no feelings
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like whoa, big old bag like whoa
Get that cash like whoa, snakes in the grass, gotta mow
Everything I say gon' go, platinum Rollie, no gold
Told my girl fast and slow, you know how life goes
Man, I got the bands, I can't worry
Yeah, I can end your whole history
Looking in my eyes, you see a demon, flames like fury
Just act like everybody in the game, she said that y'all can share me
See I got the foreign cars, my niggas got foreigns and you know they is not holdin' shit
See me pullin' up, that boy got a foreign and you know that bitch got the ownership
And if I'm in the passenger seat, you know that I got a thirty clip
And look at these niggas, they actin' like gangsters, but they really just on some phony shit
See, I been in the field for a long time
Bad bitches try to f*ck on me, I remember when they ain't pay me no mind
I remember when these boys tried to take me off my grind
I remember when these boys said that I would be nothin'
I remember when I had no money and I needed a lil' frontin'
I remember before hundred percent, my boys got the work, had to cut it
I remember I started runnin' this shit, you know I'm gonna keep runnin' it
Niggas, they mad 'cause I'm still sixteen when it comes to this

I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a f*ck nigga like a wheely, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin', shit get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug ain't seal it
I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I'm havin', bitch gettin' silly, yeah
I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah

Got on baguetties like I been surfing, yes, I made it out that dirt
Friends or foes, you never know, put your face on a shirt
Knockin' it straight out the park, yeah, shopping as soon as we land
Sippin' on mud like a trap star, it's a gift, I count my blessings
In the penthouse playing with a hundred like whoa, big old bag like whoa
Have a rack go attack like whoa, a whole lot of bitches on go
A whole lot of bitches on go, platinum chain on glow
How many niggas you drop this week? They'll never let that go
Shit gettin' whacked, nigga tryna get bands
Streets gettin' bloody for these bands
Too corrupted, you can't be carin'
Hit him in the public, topped him and ran
Floodin' the ice 'cause the pain it take
Need a new safe to hide all this cake, yeah
Due to the fact I hustle, I get litty
Puttin' prices on your head like Frank Nitty, yeah
Niggas get killed on camera in my city
When I got them bands, I can't worry

I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I'm havin', bitch gettin' silly, yeah
I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah

As long as I got these bands, ain't no worries
Make your bitch my number one fan and rock my jersey
And the way I shoot my shot, oh yes, I'm Curry
I'm my mama oldest child, can't get buried
And a nigga got more stripes in the streets than Burberry

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Marni on Me

Marni, man, on God (bitch, I drip)
We goin' Marni, all summer, all winter (Marni), 2021
Bitch, I drip my sleep, bitch, I drip
Bitch, I drip my sleep, bitch, I drip
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) let's go

Uh, Marni on, Marni on me
Uh, Marni on, Marni on me
Marni on, Marni on, Marni on, Marni on me

Taking that walk, I might just spin the Benz
I got the sauce, I got the ability
Look how I talk just like the Billy B
I'm in a mall, I spent a trinity
I just bought me a TEC-9 with a lemon squeeze
I ball like I'm in the NBA
Yeah, yeah, the Draco on me, that's for my enemies, yeah
Poverty, it made me a beast, yeah
Still dangerous, FBG, yeah
I made my bitch double-S, yeah
I turned my bitch to a freak, yeah
Chopper right under my seat
I don't wanna talk if you if you talkin' cheap (yeah)
I got that chrome on me (I got that chrome)
You know I got the racks on me (whoa, whoa)
Swag like Saudiah B (Saudiah B)
Swaggin' on your ho like B (yeah, yeah)
Still got Rick my feet (my feet)

Uh, Marni on, Marni on me
Marni on, Marni on, Marni on me
Uh, Marni on, Marni on me
Marni on, Marni on, Marni on, Marni on me

Bitch, I drip my sleep (drip)
I push a button, my car need no keys (yeah)
I push the button, the car drive by itself (yeah)
I push a button, my bitch on her knees (yeah)
I push the button, the bitch come overseas (go, go)
I push a button when I need some cheese (yeah)
I push the button in the Vietnamese (yeah, yeah)
I push the button 'cause I am a beast (yeah, yeah)
I push a button and she come when I please (yeah, yeah)
I push the button when I need some P's
And I push a button when I need some B's (what?)
I push a button, bitch kneel to my feet
I push a button, got Marni on me

Uh, Marni on, Marni on me (what else?)
Uh, Marni on, Marni on me

Bitch, I drip
Bitch, I drip my sleep
Bitch, I drip
Bitch, I drip my sleep
Bitch, I drip
Bitch, I drip my sleep
Bitch, I drip

I got that chrome on me (oh yeah)
I gotta pay for a key (let's go)
I got that heart on my sleeve (yeah)
Real, real ice, I'm freezin' (yeah)
Swag like Saudiah B (yeah)
Swag from oversea (yeah)
Bitch, I drip my sleep (let's go)
Bitches do drugs, don't sleep (yeah)
Still got Rick my feet (yeah)
Still gettin' rich, gettin' geeked

Uh, Marni on, Marni on me
Marni on, Marni on, Marni on, Marni on me

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Sleeping on the Floor

Yeah, serve more dope, one liter, yeah (Freebandz)
Serve my dope, my heater, yeah (Freebandz)
Sleepin' on the floor with my heater, yeah (yeah)
Sleepin' in the house with my heater, yeah (yeah, super)
Sleepin' in the house with my beater, yeah (yeah, yeah, D. Hill)
Sleepin' in the house with my people, yeah (yeah, yeah, Loudy Luna)
Sleepin' in the house with my diva, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Sleepin' on the floor with my heater (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah)
Fillin' up dope, one liter (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah)
Fillin' up dope, one liter (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah)
Servin' my dope in wife beaters (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah)
Servin' my dope in wife beaters (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah)

Mama, mama (yeah), Caesar's, woo (oh)
I'm gettin' fly like a eagle, woo (ha-ha)
I wear more Gucci than Gucci, woo (ha-ha)
All of this money, I'm moody, woo (ha-ha)
All of this money, I'm moody, woo (ha-ha)
Getting my vici, my veni, I'm rulin' (ha-ha)
Yeah, yeah, money and power and sex, yeah (yeah)
Cut up my rings with baguettes, yeah (yeah)
Drinkin' on syrup, hit the net, yeah (yeah)
Swish, swish, yeah, yeah (swish, swish)

Havin', I'm havin' somethin' to do with that bitch that you be cuddlin' with (swish)
Out the South of France, I got different cultures suckin' on me (swish)
I was poppin' Xans, servin' that dope and bought me a company (swish)
I try OxyContin and wash the cash at the laundry (swish)
I be livin' in luxu-luxury in different countries (yeah)
I got bitches beggin'-beggin' me in different continents (yeah)
I could never cuff a-cuff a bitch who never honor me (yeah)
I would never trust her, only judge off what she done for me (whoa)
Ice got me glistenin' like ocean, no, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
I already smashed her up, now, Baby Pluto hittin' that nana (whoa, whoa)
Made her count that money, so much money, she look cockeyed (whoa, whoa)
F*ck on her Snapchat, like, "Baby, go, this gon' go viral" (yeah, Freebandz gang)

Mama, mama (yeah), Caesar's, woo (yeah-yeah)
I'm gettin' fly like a eagle (yeah), woo (yeah-yeah)
I wear more Gucci than Gucci (yeah), woo (yeah-yeah)
All of this money, I'm moody (yeah), woo (yeah-yeah)
All of this money, I'm moody (yeah), woo (yeah-yeah)
Getting my vici, my veni (yeah), I'm rulin' (whoa)
Yeah, yeah, money and power and sex, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Cut up my rings with baguettes, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Drinkin' on syrup, hit the net, yeah (whoa, yeah)
Swish, swish, yeah, yeah

So many f*ckin' bands, woulda thought this shit was counterfeit ('fit)
Pull up, some new Balenci', NUMBER (N)INE this shit my counter fit (my counter fit, my other)
So many different vibes, beggin' me, just tryna suck my dick
I'm Baby Pluto (Baby Pluto)
Pockets, they big like a sumo (sumo, yeah)
Pockets, they fat like it's glucose (glucose)
I brought a Phantom, a new Ghost (new Ghost)
Got some new beef, then that boy roast (boy)
About the bread and that boy toast (hah)
No, these niggas don't wanna talk, though (hah?)
I put some touch on my earlobes (yeah)
You know 12, they knockin' at the front door (Lil Uzi)
I had to run out the motherf*ckin' back door (whoa)
Pullin' up right there, right there in the two-door, whoa (skrrt)
Bye-bye, toodles (whoa)
I'll kick the shit like it's Judo (bitch, bitch)
Walk on the beat, only two toes
Pull up, a double M truck and it's two-tone (whoa)
Two bitches, they stay with me
You know I'm a dog, I stay with two redbones (uh)
Two white cups, that's the Styrofoam (grr)
High off of pills, talk with two phone, yeah, yeah
Look at them two bitches that was with me
Both suckin', I get two domes (suck it up)
I ain't gon' lie, motherf*cker get too gone
Motherf*cker get way too gone (uh, uh)
Young boy nigga gettin' too much money (too much)
I might as well go buy two homes, yeah (oh, wait, two homes, yeah)

Sleepin' on the floor with my heater (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah)
Fillin' up dope, one liter (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah)
Fillin' up dope, one liter (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah, Lil Uzi)
Servin' my dope in wife beaters (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah)
Servin' my dope in wife beaters (yeah), woo, woo (yeah-yeah)
Mama, mama (yeah), Caesar's, woo, woo (oh)
I'm gettin' fly like a eagle, woo (ha-ha, yeah)
I wear more Gucci than Gucci, woo (ha-ha)
All of this money, I'm moody, woo (ha-ha)
All of this money, I'm moody, woo (ha-ha, let's go)
Getting my vici, my veni, I'm rulin' (ha-ha)
Yeah, yeah, money and power and sex, yeah (yeah)
Cut up my rings with baguettes, yeah (yeah)
Drinkin' on syrup, hit the net, yeah (yeah)
Swish, swish, yeah, yeah (swish)

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Real Baby Pluto

(Twysted Genius, baby) ow, ow
Ow (woo), ow (brr)
Hello? What you talkin' 'bout?
Who this? (Zaytoven) uh

That bitch said I'm gifted, she gave me a stiffy, I'm f*ckin' that ho for the low
Talkin' 'bout bitches, you know I got plenty, yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto
I just be gettin' the Benji's, they mad that I'm winnin', I'm getting five-hunnid a show
Met her at Linux and took her to Fifth and bought everything in the store (let's go)
She suckin' my dick and I'm f*ckin' her kitten
You think that I'm kidding, this shit not a riddle
Hit a home run, I'm not missin', the VVS hittin'
My neck CD disk, my pockets, they fatter than Missy

Hold on, smokin' on gas, get your roll on
Thirty, hang out the clip, bitch, it's so long (graah)
Was on the hit list, that's no longer
I need a million if I do the show long (yeah)
I buy some XO, I probably can prolong
I bought the purse so I probably could go long
Gto faster than your little slow Charger
That's a Camaro, nigga, that's that no Charger
Bitch, I'm plugged into the wall like a phone charger
That pussy bought, I can't f*ck her, just mow her
And talk to my Billie, that nigga, he so Harlem
Runnin' the game, I almost knocked my toe off
Every time I pop out know I gotta show off
Pull out that TEC and it probably got power (brrap)
Nowadays you will not see me on no blogs
I'm rockin' Louis V right with some Goyard (yeah)
I'm pourin' lean in the motherf*ckin' styrofoam (yeah)
I drink it fast but it turn to a slower (yeah)
I'm tryna take all of these bitches clothes off (yeah)
Act like I like y'all but I don't even know ya (uh)

That bitch said I'm gifted, she gave me a stiffy, I'm f*ckin' that ho for the low (whoa)
Talkin' 'bout bitches, you know I got plenty (wow), yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto (whoa)
I just be gettin' the Benji's, they mad that I'm winnin', I'm getting five-hunnid a show (a show)
Met her at Linux and took her to Fifth and bought everything in the store (yes, sir)
She suckin' my dick and I'm f*ckin' her kitten
You think that I'm kidding, this shit not a riddle
Hit a home run, I'm not missin', the VVS hittin'
My neck CD disk, my pockets, they fatter than Missy
Yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto
They mad that I'm winnin', I'm getting five-hunnid a show

Yeah, that bitch say I'm gifted and gave me a stiffy, I'm f*ckin' that ho for the low, yeah
You talkin' 'bout bitches, you know I got plenty, make a movie like DeNiro, yeah
I'm gettin' so busy, I'm futuristic every city I go, yeah
Met her at Philson, flew her to Paris and bought everything out the store, yeah
I'm in a coupe with a cougar, shooters on shooters on shooters on shooters on shooters
I got exotics, exotics, exotics and thotties on thotties, they goin' berserk
Pounds in the trap, yeah, we movin' 'em, you got a bad lil' bitch and we usin' her
Trap on the low but I bought your whore, diamonds on froze, I'm thirty below
Sippin' on mud like a addict, your bitch f*ckin' me like a king, yeah
Came in this motherf*cker, ball on these bitches, big hook, call me Kareem
I got a bad bitch bettin' on green, I just got a bad, bad bitch, tell the team
Give me some top in the drop on a bean, hit the turbo, the car do the Billie Jean
We got CoCo Chanel, you know damn well these bitches comatose (yeah)
I'ma swag on bitches, I walk down shit, I damn near broke my toe (yeah)
I'm sippin' on syrup, I'm f*ckin' your girl, I told her to ride it slow
I put a shop in the tall Lambo', turn San Regis to a bando
Hit my jump shot, I'm not missin', bitch, I'm glistenin', yeah, yeah
Bitch got that bald head, pussy with the mohawk 'cross the top, I'm 'bout to peel
Bitch got a bald head, pussy with the mohawk 'cross the top, I'm 'bout to slay her
F*ck my bitch, I f*ck her friends, I don't care, play it fair (yeah)

That bitch said I'm gifted and gave me a stiffy, I'm f*ckin' that ho for the low (yeah)
Talkin' 'bout bitches, you know I got plenty, yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto (yeah)
I'm gettin' so busy, I'm futuristic every city I go (yeah)
I just be gettin' the Benji's, they mad that I'm winnin', I'm getting five-hunnid a show (yeah)
She suckin' my dick and I'm f*ckin' her kitten
You think that I'm kidding, this shit not a riddle
Hit a home run, I'm not missin', the VVS hittin'
My neck CD disk, my pockets, they fatter than Missy
Yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto
They mad that I'm winnin', I'm getting five-hunnid a show

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Drankin n' Smokin

Saggin' out the malls, we do the most, oh
Had a ratchet in my coat, got a girl doin' coke
We drink up and we smoke, but she always do the most
It kinda turn me on the way she lickin' on my stones
My chains on antifreeze, it look like I made a clone
Wanna see you get more sassy, if it bring out better emotions
She called me her God, the way I floated in her ocean

When I poured it, I gave her a dose, she was already hooked
If you always there for me, that's a really good look
I'm changin' up your salary 'cause I'm gettin' to know you
Tell me your availability, I want all of you

If it's like that, then it's like that, got you lightin' up like lightning
I stack it up, get feisty, can't sabotage it or ice it
You gon' tell the world they flawed, thankful for when you nosy
You're a good girl but you're naughty, don't you never miss out on Pilates
I let you stunt and flex in Bugattis, they don't got me, she with a body
Me and cheap girls stay cheap, we do numbers, stay fly
If it's gettin' to you, then we fast forward, yeah
Stayin' low like a stash house, yeah
Bando to bando, trap house, yeah
Made it with nothin', learned to swag out, yeah
Can't be defeated, I got mad sauce, yeah
Why would I front like it ain't my fault?

Drink up and we smoke, but she always do the most
It kinda turn me on the way she lickin' on my stones
My chains on antifreeze, it look like I made a clone
Wanna see you get more sassy, if it bring out better emotions
She called me her God, the way I floated in her ocean
She called me Messiah, the way I floated in her ocean
Yell, "Jesus Christ," but I wasn't causin' commotion
Hit it so right, had her soakin' in the ocean, yeah

Hit it all night, we was drinkin' and smokin', yeah
Drinkin' and smokin'

I done went from GG to BB to LV
I done f*cked with Kiki and Lili and Nini
I text her "So proud of you" when I got my B from CC
It is no way that you can know or see the things we see
She said that she can tell every time that I lie through my teeth
Plus I know you had somebody else right here in my sheets
Oh, you think you know my body?
Pull up in that Coupe, don't want no shawty
I put rubies on my Rollie, now their eyes bleed
I don't own no ice cream truck, just know my ice freeze
Man, I read her text, she said, "Girl, I creamed"
Man, I know she duckin' off with her side me
Who know gon' hit it raw, baby, besides me?

We drink up and we smoke, but she always do the most
It kinda turn me on the way she lickin' on my stones
My chains on antifreeze, it look like I made a clone
Wanna see you get more sassy, if it bring out better emotions
She called me her God, the way I floated in her ocean
She called me Messiah, the way I floated in her ocean
Yell, "Jesus Christ," but I wasn't causin' commotion
Hit it so right, had her soakin' in the ocean, yeah

I done f*cked with Kiki and Lili and Nini
Drinkin' and smokin'

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Million Dollar Play

I just told Mean, "Yeah, we gon' be straight"
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money (Zaytoven)
'Cause I know he keep it safe (Buddah Bless this beat)
They ain't goin' runnin' out safe (baow)
We gon' put it right in they face (let's go)

Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (brr)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah)
FNs, Glocks and Dracos
No, we ain't got no Rugers tucked (yeah)
I don't even play with these niggas when I'm sober
So I'm on f*ck shit when I'm bootin' up (booted up)
I'm stiff in the club, can't loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherf*cker, got tool tucked
My niggas shoot shit, my niggas too cut
I'm in the cut gettin' sucked by two sluts
Pay for the hit he'll kill your favorite shooter
Ain't goin' vacation, that's the power of the mula
Elliot diamonds all on the cougar
I still owe Elliot a little Mula
You don't know Elliot? Bitch, that's my jeweler
Elliante, Fante, diamond cooler (let's go)

I got a lot whole lot of bands in my pants, they from France
My girl from Chicago, she said she don't like rappers
I told her, "Give me a chance"
This is a Range Rover, this not a Lamb'
Usin' a money counter up again
I cannot count it up right with my hands
You know my gun, it came with hundred round
Yeah, and the inside, it came with a fan
Yeah (brr), yeah (brr)
Here I go again (brr, hello)
If you try me, we gon' have to hit your man

Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah)
FNs, Glocks and Dracos
No, we ain't got no Rugers tucked (yeah)
I don't even play with these niggas when I'm sober
So I'm on f*ck shit when I'm bootin' up (booted up)
I'm stiff in the club, can't loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherf*cker, got tool tucked
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah, yeah)
Pour up, pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up, pour up
Go up

You know I'm drinkin' on sizzurp, yeah
You know I'm f*ckin' your gizzurl, yeah
You know my necklace a blizzard (count up)
Niggas tried to go inside the safe, put the gun in they face
Shootin' my shot just like I'm Dr. J, million dollar play
I won't talk, yeah I'm too stiff
I'm steppin' inside the club with a Glock on my hip
Drinkin' on oil, I'm downin' my pill
Count it up, get delirious
What she gon' do for the liberty
My money got her stiffer than the Statue of Liberty
Bitches on bitches, I'm literally, some of them come from the Middle East
Drippin', I'm spending, yeah, I'm the epitome
Pluto my name and I'm bigger than Kennedy
Ridin' 'round, two lil' vibes and I got three Glocks on my side
Niggas better run and go hide
You know you gon' die if you pop outside

Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
FNs, Glocks and Dracos
No, we ain't got no Rugers tucked (yeah)
I don't even play with these niggas when I'm sober
So I'm on f*ck shit when I'm bootin' up (geeked up)
I'm stiff in the club, can't loosen up
Got my Glock in, motherf*cker, got tool tucked
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up

I just told Mean, "Yeah, we gon' be straight"
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money 'cause I know he keep it safe (yeah, that my boy)
They ain't goin' runnin' out safe (baow)
We gon' put it right in they face (yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (brr, yeah)

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Plastic

Yeah
Cartiers (swoosh)
All buffs (swoosh)

Yeah, Cartier
Yeah, purple tint
Yeah, three percent (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, two FNs (yeah)
Yeah, plastic Glock (plastic Glock)
Yeah, plastic bitch (plastic bitch)
Yeah, plastic stick (plastic stick)
Yeah, trap legit (trap legit)
Yeah, I'm too lit
Yeah, got your bitch (got your bitch)
Yeah, shoot and miss (shoot and miss)
Yeah, catch a fit (catch a fit)
Yeah, made it squirt (made it squirt)
Yeah, late for church (late for church)
Yeah, switch your purse (switch your purse)
Yeah, swap to Vert (swap to Vert)

Yeah, the coupe dirty
Yeah, the drank dirty (woo)
Got a body case
Yeah, the beat diverted (beat diverted)
I'm in love with you, girl
I been sellin' it for real (uh-huh)
I been sipping sizzurp
In a whole 'nother world
I went California 'Rari, yeah, Raphael Saadiq
Yeah, upper eche', yeah, London, yeah
Pimpin' bond, yeah, candy Dawn, yeah
Drop head Rolls, suicide doors (yeah)
Swap hoes, swap clothes (swap out)
Big body, five doors
This a Maybach, yeah, got it two tone (two tone)
Three percent, purple tint, Cuban four choke
When I couldn't catch my check, I went and sold dope (sold dope)
Make it go and swipe, swipe, doin' four, four (four, four)
Ain't no stoppin' at the light, that's a no-go (no-go)
I got two Glocks on me, K-Ci, JoJo (JoJo)

Yeah, Cartier
Yeah, purple tint
Yeah, three percent
Yeah, two FN's (two FN's)
Yeah, plastic Glock (plastic Glock)
Yeah, plastic bitch (plastic bitch)
Yeah, plastic stick (plastic stick)
Yeah, trap legit (trap legit)
Yeah, I'm too lit (I'm too lit)
Yeah, got your bitch (got your bitch)
Yeah, shoot and miss (shoot and miss)
Yeah, catch a fit (catch a fit)
Yeah, made it squirt (made it squirt)
Yeah, late for church (late for church)
Yeah, switch your purse (switch your purse)
Yeah, swap to Vert (swap to Vert)

Made it back (made it back), made a stack (made a stack)
My bitch mine, ooh, baby fat (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, gettin' them racks (gettin' them racks)
Yeah, spendin' them racks (spendin' them racks)
Yeah, makin' it back (yeah)
Lil Uzi, yeah, I just stay with the MAC (stay with the MAC)
I got a bitch for every week and all my bitches freaks
I got a bitch for every day of the week (woo, woo)
I got a brick for every crack on your street (on your street)
I done spent a hundred and fifty thousand on my teeth
I just made it all the way back from the moon (from the moon)
Man, my dawg was locked up, he took a case for my goon, uh (yeah)
All my niggas out here takin' souls (takin' souls), yeah
Sixteen hundred niggas, yeah, you know they on the road (road)
Give me the loot (give me the loot), give me the loot (give me the loot)
These bitches drop it down like my name was Uncle Luke, yeah
I'ma make a hundred million probably by next June (yeah)
Niggas try to act stiff, they really cartoons (yeah)

Yeah, Cartier (Cartier)
Yeah, purple tint (purple tint)
Yeah, three percent (three percent)
Yeah, two FN's (two FN's)
Yeah, plastic Glock (plastic Glock)
Yeah, plastic bitch (plastic bitch)
Yeah, plastic stick (plastic stick)
Yeah, trap legit (trap legit)
Yeah, I'm too lit (I'm too lit)
Yeah, got your bitch (got your bitch)
Yeah, shoot and miss (shoot and miss)
Yeah, catch a fit (catch a fit)
Yeah, made it squirt (made it squirt)
Yeah, late for church (late for church)
Yeah, switch your purse (switch your purse)
Yeah, swap to Vert (swap to Vert)
Yeah
Yeah

---

That's It

(Me and Wheezy, that's the wave)

Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a one-eighty, I went up the wrong way
Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock
Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock
All of my woadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas
Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad
I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over
Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over
Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier

Now that you got my attention, you 'bout to get put on suspension if I see the greed
Like I'm a part of the lynching, got twenty-one chains on my neck, had to go Dominique
Break the codeine and roll up a leaf, I f*ck on his bitch, now she so bossy
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' so nerdy, my fit was a birdie alone, that was it
Talk a few bales, oh yeah, that's it
Burnin' down Rodeo, oh yeah, that's it
I could put it on a scale, oh yeah, that's it
Ballin' in Chanel, like a player, that's it
Rainbow Rollie, oh no, that's it
Got a bisexual girl, that's it
Do it professional, girl, that's it
Treat me like a mayor, oh yeah, that's it

Put her on a jet at the Clear, that's it
She got no face, and for me, that's it (that's it)
I'm pulling her hair every time, that is it (that's it)
She don't wear no underwear in my crib (my crib)
Every time I'm in it, you know I'm gon' slip (gon' slip)
Touchin' on the water, start matching my wrist (whoa, whoa)
Off an X pill, it look like exorcist (off an X pill)
I ain't never tell her was ready for this, that's it (me and Wheezy, that's the wave)

Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a one-eighty, I went up the wrong way
Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock
Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock
All of my woadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas (coyote)
Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad
I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over
Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over (O-V)
Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier (yes)

I walk around, can't get sidetracked
Walking around with them thigh pads
Movin' so sneaky, my 'Sace, Venini, my body graffiti (whew)
She's tryna blow off my mind, she's tryna get my release (my release, yeah)
Bought her Chanel No. 9, now my girl smell like a peach (smell like a peach)
This ain't my second piece, yeah, do you get it?
Don't aim at your tee, we aim at your fitted (ayy)
We upgrade our choppers, we upgrade the blicks (yeah)
The guns that we got is two seconds, no minutes (baow)

I got two milli' on my chest
Bitches line up like a contest
Smokin' on Keisha, so I sip
I'm gettin' my checks like Nike (whoa, whoa)
Molly off-white, it's lightskin
Countin' up mula like Weezy F. Baby (Mula)
I walked in the jeweler and I had to go crazy (Young Mula)
Surfed in the bitch, Honolulu
Now she wanna go do voodoo (surf)
Rich shit, Balenciaga house shoe (rich shit)
I trap every day like the rent's due (trap)
For a milli' or the Richard Mille gloss

Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a one-eighty, I went up the wrong way
Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock (coco)
Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock (for sure, though)
All of my woadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas (let's go)
Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad (whoa, whoa)
I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over
Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over (whoa)
Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier

---

Bought a Bad Bitch

Bought a bad bitch (yeah), bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
(man, I was just talking to Pluto, big bro)
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
(And he was like, "You like them pink muhf*ckers, don't you?")
(I just made a good investment)
I was like, "Yeah" (DJ Escomoe)
I like anything that you niggas can't afford

Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Pink diamonds, Patek, Patek Philippe on my wrist
I don't even go to sleep bitch, I'm up, I'm up exorcist, whoa

Don't talk, don't speak, bitch
I don't even eat at Ruth Chris, whoa
Money my move, bitch, whoa
Table got swordfish, whoa
FN got blue tip, yeah
Bleu like Corbin, whoa
Itty bitty bad bitch
And she got her ass lift

And she like 4'10, yeah, my bitch plastic
Water on my wrist, got a splash wrist
I feel like Curry when I got this glass wrist
Splashin' on it, drippin' in it and I got water
I mean I be killin' it like young big Wunna
Lick it up and she gon' spit it and back it up
Take her back cause I don't want no ho
'Cause I get that bitch right off my team
Everything on me clean
Eyes all red, Visine
Red stripe on Supreme
I cook it up myself
Watch how I take your fiends
I got stars on my belt
Big pockets on my jeans

Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch
Pink diamonds, Patek, Patek Philippe on my wrist
I don't even go to sleep bitch, I'm up, I'm up exorcist

Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah

I'm out my body, I'm out my body
But don't tell nobody (whoa)
Don't tell nobody
I'm out my body, whoa

I just bought a bad bitch, dripped her in karats
Flyin' out to Paris, purests are the rarest
Different colored stones on the neck like a parish
Lookin' at the score, you can tell she ain't average
Put the bitch on, all the hoes be starin'
Hit the horsepower goin' 9-11
Order my garments and I'm gettin' mine, get it
Buyin' out the mall and I splash the baguettes
Thanks for that new morning, thanks for that new money
Thanks to my new bitch, she's bringing more bitches
Breakin' four-fours, and I'm getting my digits
Change wardrobes gotta spend least a milli'
Make a rapper throw away a closet, yeah
Nigga talk loud, but money is the loudest
Stackin' up, rackin' up, pilin'
Flying with your girl over an island, yeah
I'm getting so much f*cking money, I'm busting my bottom
Bitches she litty, yeah
I got some Spanish lil' hotties calling me Papi
I can't do nothing but win (win)
Transportation got this bitch in a trance
Switch up her style and gave her some bands
Fillin' the back of the Maybach with automatics
Got enough capital to go and buy a jet
Add it up, add it up, count up a check
Made a bitch load up, sellin' hot mix
Shawty got three Glocks and a vest
Pourin' more lean, more money, more sex
Pop half an X, I'm drinkin' Hi-Tec
Iced out chains, couple in my fridge (yeah)
Goin' to the moon, I'm a space cadet
On the strength of me this bitch gettin' blessed

Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Pink diamonds, Patek, Patek Philippe on my wrist
I don't even go to sleep bitch, I'm up, I'm up exorcist

Don't talk, don't speak, bitch
I don't even eat at Ruth Chris, whoa
Money my move, bitch, whoa
Table got swordfish, whoa
FN got blue tip, yeah
Bleu like Corbin, whoa
Itty bitty bad bitch
And she got her ass lift

Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Outta my body, outta my body
I'm outta my body, I'm outta my body
I just spent a whole 'nother check, bitch, yeah

Let's go, you see the bitches I was naming? From the drop?
I told you I was here three years ago, getting nasty

---

Rockstar Chainz

Yeah
One of the realest shit I ever (Torey, I know what to do with this)
Shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, you know how I'm kickin' it

Rockstar chain all the way to the floor, dawg
Ain't tryna be cool with no rap nigga, I'm f*ckin' they ho, dawg
Took two Addys, then counted an M and damn near dozed off
I'm in the stars drivin' myself, I feel like autopilot
Designer Goyard bucket, I'm my own stylist
I done made it out the streets, my brothers still wildin'
Had to go Draco, Draco, Draco, all I could do about it
Soon as it come my way, I can't do nothin' but see about it

I'ma get me a B up out it, started with a milli'
Made it out the trenches, I can't ever plead guilty
Crushed her heart when she found out I crushed her friend
Played it smart 'cause either way, I gotta win
I wear my heart on my sleeve, they ain't real as me
We could've kept it way more cordial, but it's chemistry
You kept me over through the night and boost my energy
I'm thankin' you, I'm thankin' me for curiosity
Cruelest thing to do is to be cool with a nigga and f*ckin' on his bitch
I know niggas'd do it to me so I'm always gon' send that hit
She said she true and she said she loyal, that's how they come to me
I know what really turn you on and I'ma keep our secret

Rockstar chain all the way to the floor, dawg
Ain't tryna be cool with no rap nigga, I'm f*ckin' they ho, dawg
Took two Addys, then counted an M and damn near dozed off
I'm in the stars drivin' myself, I feel like autopilot
Designer Goyard bucket, I'm my own stylist
I done made it out the streets, my brothers still wildin'
Had to go Draco, Draco, Draco, all I could do about it
Soon as it come my way, I can't do nothin' but see about it

Started with a million dollars, go 'head and get me billi'
I'm from the trenches, so the clip least hold a fifty
Crushed ice, Cartier frames, or Chrome Hearts
Niggas ain't solid as they claim, so I play it smart
I'm changin' weather, I'm thinkin' better, I'm peepin' the energy
I left my heart in the streets, so ain't no sympathy
If you ain't with me, you against me, you the enemy
Playin' my cards, sittin' in the stars, this the life I lead
Cruelest thing you could do is squash the beef and still send a hit
I know niggas'd do it to me, so I ain't gon' never stop a blitz
She say it's loyalty, no betrayal when it come to me
I know what really turn you on and I'ma keep a secret

Rockstar chain all the way to the floor, dawg
Ain't tryna be cool with no rap nigga, I'm f*ckin' they ho, dawg
Took two Addys, then counted an M and damn near dozed off
I'm in the stars drivin' myself, I feel like autopilot
Designer Goyard bucket, I'm my own stylist
I done made it out the streets, my brothers still wildin'
Had to go Draco, Draco, Draco, all I could do about it
Soon as it come my way, I can't do nothin' but see about it

---

Lullaby

I got off-topic, I start
Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (Yeah, DY Krazy)
Talkin' about the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (Yeah)
See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah
So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah
I talk to bitches even when you right here
I text 'em in the room when we layin' right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (Yeah), yeah

[Interlude]
Yeah
And you know me, I'ma just charge it to the game
Uh-huh

Five, four, three, two, one
I was 'posed to love you until the sun was done
Said I changed when the money start comin'
How the f*ck you think I wasn't gon' catch on to all that game you was runnin'?
See the mula, it got longer, but my mind, it got wider
That's why you ain't want me to wear no condom
Now tell me what's that about?
Why you tellin' niggas about my stash spot?
She lucky I ain't kill her, could've gave her an ass-shot
See, I'm not worried about them niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out
See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (Skrrt)
Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out
Man, you see I don't care about love

I got off-topic, I start
Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (Yeah)
Talkin' about the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (Yeah)
See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah
So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah
I talk to bitches even when you right here
I text 'em in the room when we layin' right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (Yeah), yeah

I done f*cked all her friends, all her enemies too
I think her mama even feelin' me too
You got a million excuse
When you broke, I just brought me a Richard Mille and this shit cost a deuce, yeah
Summertime, top off
But my seats, they all made of goose
I'm not embarrassed, she sucked my dick and I did not feel a tooth
I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah)
Ever since she f*cked that nigga that's older than Snoop
But I can't blame her because
Baby girl had to get her bills paid
They was up and I got my meals late
Don't give a f*ck, nigga, I still feel great
I still feel weight
Man, I'm touchin' on your hand and you still don't feel me
Damn

It's just a lullaby, yeah
Sometimes you just gotta say bye
(I don't wanna die young, I don't wanna die young), yeah
(Put me on my side)

Picture me, broke as shit (What?)
Not gettin' money, shit, I'd probably be hittin' licks (Yeah)
Probably be flippin' bricks (Yeah)
Probably be pimpin' chicks (Yeah)
I don't know, nigga, I'd probably be a hitter or somethin'
We kill niggas for like fifty G's (Flex)
I got that nigga hit for a ten-piece (Yeah)
They shot that nigga broad day, he was boxed in
See, in Philadelphia, you know I'm really locked in
Now that boy got a shit-bag on Suboxone
Shit, man, we kill for fun
Got a problem with him? Then it's problem with me, 'cause ain't no one-on-one
That's how I ride for my gang, that's how I ride for my dawgs
'Cause nine outta ten these bitches, they be frauds (Yeah)
Yeah, whatever, I jumped off the porch late (So?)
If you put your hands on me, you gon' get your day
See, my bitch, she think I'm havin' fun, I'm just cheatin'
But I'm just gon' stack my money and I'ma attend every meetin', uh
I ain't worried 'bout love, man, I love the drug
Drug is the money, stack it up and take care of my family
I remember I used to stack my money just to cop Xannies
Now I got bitches from overseas takin' off they panties
See, I'm a Leo like a lion but my life is oh so dandy
I walk around five hundred, nigga, don't try jam me (Fresh)
They'll pull the white sheet off of you like you a piece of candy
I'm so high, man, I swear I'm never landin', I'm gone, yeah

And it's just crazy how
The whole time niggas be plottin' on you (Goodbye, world)
These bitches be plottin' on you (I'm going to Pluto)
All you got is you at the end of the day
You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way
Yeah
It's just a lullaby

---

She Never Been to Pluto

(Ay, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

Kick a bitch out like toodles (toodles)
Lobster on my plate, came a long way from noodles (from noodles)
My pockets gettin' bigger than a Sumo (woah)
Baby Sasuke, whippin' up Naruto ('Ruto)
Clap it up, give a young nigga kudos (kudos)
I remember I was with your bitch, she was coolin', yeah (yeah)
She was kickin' shit with me like Judo (Judo)
Knock it out the park, home run, Albert Pujols (yeah)
She ain't never never been to Pluto, yeah (woah)
Young nigga stay in the same drama
F*ckin' on another nigga baby mama (eh)
Got a hood bitch named Shayanna (yeah)
Got a Draco, the A with the K out it (yeah)
I shoot the three like I'm Ray Allen (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, the trap, I can't stay out it, uh (oh, yeah)
My niggas, they used to pray out it, yeah
We got lot of bands, I turned to a bandit, yeah
I just popped a half and I'm not landin', yeah
I just know she bad and she too savage (yeah)
Everything I do is outstanding (yeah)
Everything on me Balenci' (Balenci')
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci (let's go, let's go)
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci (Balenci', Balen')
This Rollie don't do no tick-ticky (no ticky)
My diamonds hit back like a Frisbee (Frisbee)
And none of my bitches is picky (picky)
Pat in love with my coupe like it's missy (woah)
I might just go cop a new cul de sac
F*ck on your bitch and put that ho to bed
These niggas broke, no, they don't got no bread (yeah)
I done carried the game, I ain't weak in my legs (I carried the game)
What? Weak in my legs, with your bitch, yeah
F*ck on your ho and she givin' me head
After I'm done, put that lil' bitch to bed, heard what I said?
Order up a shooter and I pull up a sniper
My bro pull up and he shootin' the rifle
We smash out and swerve in the Viper
My jacket made out of tiger (rawr)
My cars made out carbon fiber (yeah)
Foreign whip, pull up beside you (foreign)
Bitch, we done shot up the opps (the opps)
Them niggas dead on arrival (bow)

Might as well go outer space on these hoes
Might as well go outer space (how?)
Tell me when you ready, yeah
Tell me when you ready, yeah (go)
Push the Rolls-Royce like a Chevy (skrrt)
And I got a horse like Billy Ray Cyrus (skrrt, skrrt)
Bando to bando to bando
I'm havin' a seizure with the Draco, slidin' (brrt)
Young 'dem came through and sprayed up the spot
You hear kaboom on me, then you hear sirens
Runnin' the road like Boston, Georgia, Diego, I can't hide it (Freebandz)
Started out runnin' with the Goonies, now I got no stylist, a nigga stylish
Should've put your bitch in the boonies where you can't find her, 'cause when we find her (go)
I know I'm goin' bezerko, that's for-sure-ski, look at my shirt (for-sure-ski)
I know I'm goin' satin and silk Hermés on my curtains, yeah
Bustdown baguettes, put on my wrist and my chest, I'm getting so wet, hey
Comin' correct, you already know how niggas comin', the drum hold a fifth (woo)
Turn up, yeah, gotta keep that track (turn up)
Tell me when you're ready, yeah
Diamonds all baguetties, yeah
Got a bad-ass bitch, yeah (woo)
I just took her from a lame (yeah)
Chopped her like hedges
I line that shit up like edges (line 'em up)
I wrap the bill up like a president
I got my side bitch tryna go steady
I put these carats on my ring
Ain't tryna marry no bitch 'til I'm ready
Man, that pretty lil' shit, I done stabbed in it
Hit the Dougie in it, then I dabbed in it
A stallion draped in medallion, but her Ferrari Italian

I'm out of here, all the way out of here
Baby pluto all the way out of here
I'm stylin' you, baby, I'm stylin' you
Lacing you up in designer gear
I'm proud of you, nigga, you droppin' them bodies
You get you a bird membership
A gang of niggas gon' go up when I go up
I can't forget 'em (gang)

---

F-Off Dat

(Dj Escomoe s)

Smoke good gas (gas), might cough that (that)
Move good work (work), that south pack (yeah)
Gotta off that (yeah), gotta off that (yeah)
Gotta off that (yeah, skrrt), gotta off that (yeah)
Gotta off that (yeah), gotta off that (yeah)
Gotta off that, then relapse (yeah)

Yeah, this ain't no forty-eight, this that new, new skin (new, new)
Go hit you with a moshpit on the stage
F*ck around lose a tooth, yeah, yeah (turn it up, turn it up)
She give me that mouth on the stage
She ain't even use no tooth, yeah, yeah (oh my god)
She give me that box on the stage
I had to get no room, yeah, yeah (oh my god)
Chrome Hearts, my shit cold like perfume, yeah, yeah
Racin' stripes, now my 'Rarri, this go zoom, yeah, yeah
In the kitchen, whip it up just like it's stew, yeah, yeah (woo)
Bitch I'm stuck, I'm just geeked to the moon, yeah, yeah (to the moon)
Shoot it up, then them boys better move, yeah, yeah (better move)
Tiffany, blue diamonds hit just like the pool, yeah, yeah (the pool)
Lots of pink diamonds, shit done changed my mood, yeah, yeah (woo)
Wearing Gucci shoes ever since I was in school, yeah, yeah (I was in school)
Stuffed up nigga now, I had to go buy them Loubs, yeah, yeah (woo)
All them opps scurrin', yeah, yeah
Better shoot like Steph Curry, yeah, yeah
Gettin' Bur-Bur-Burberry, yeah, yeah
Gettin' Bur-Bur-Burberry, yeah, yeah (Bur-Burberry)
Don't leave me like thirsty, yeah, yeah (leave me like thirsty)
Ain't no way you can swerve me, yeah, yeah (ain't no way, woo)

Smoke good gas (gas), might cough that
Move good work (work), that south pack (what)
Gotta off that (yeah), gotta off that (yeah)
Gotta off that (yeah, I gotta off), gotta off that (yeah, I gotta off)
Gotta off that (yeah, I gotta off), gotta off that (yeah, I gotta off)
Gotta off that (yeah, I gotta off), then relapse (yeah, yeah)

White diamonds lookin' like the damn moon, yeah, yeah
That bitch a Barbie, I'ma f*ck her like a goon, yeah, yeah
I just started, might as well take the shrooms, yeah, yeah
Threw the fishing rod in, I took off on a boat, ooh
Cowabunga, diamonds on me blue just like the ocean
Servin' that white girl on the corner, bought her a platinum Rollie
Sent a bird call, niggas gon' be comin' through here touchin'
Swaggin' courtside, drippin' referee up in some Marnis
My plug and my pants just cost like my (brr, brr)
Half performance, ain't gon' judge but that slut go better get naked
Coupe no cap, my money, Eliantte, solitaries
Better not get here and come for Johnny
Jet black, double R with a bunny (brr), clockin' (brr), ho
Double C's, pushin' up with the 'Locs (yeah)
Gucci socks all the way, come to my knees (slime)
Bought me a horse, just to match my keys (Ferrari)
Step on the gas, you can see when I leave (skrrt)
Switchin' up gears, Forgiato on her feet
Bust the AP, gotta turn to the team (hold on)
Thirty diamonds on me, huh, got my money out the streets (streets)
Ridin' with a brand new Tommy gun
Two thousand bullets if I squeeze it

Two hundred, huh, huh, huh, for a feature, huh, huh (for a feature)
You can't pay for that (huh, huh, huh)
Turn to a preacher, uh, uh (to a preacher)

Smokin' Anthrax ('Thrax), might cough that (woah)
Movin' that good work (work), that south pack (what)
Gotta off that (yeah, I gotta off), gotta off that (yeah, and I gotta off)
Gotta off that (yeah, gotta knock that bitch off)
Gotta off that (yeah, gotta knock that bitch off)
Gotta off that (yeah, gotta knock that bitch off)
Gotta off that (yeah, gotta knock that bitch off)
Gotta off that (yeah, gotta knock that bitch off)
Then relapse (yeah, yeah)

(Gotta knock that bitch off, uh, then relapse)
(Gotta knock that bitch off, ooh, you gotta off that)
(Gotta knock that bitch off, uh, uh)
(Gotta knock that bitch off, then relapse)
(Gotta knock that bitch off, they got you off, no)
(Gotta knock that bitch off, bitch, you gotta off that, off)
(Gotta knock that bitch off, gotta off that, off)
(Gotta knock that bitch off, gotta off that)

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I Don't Wanna Break Up

Sometimes you gotta take a sacrifice (Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga)
In your love life (D Hill)
If you want the riches and the ice, yeah, yeah
Riches and the ice, yeah, yeah (no, no, no)
Riches and the ice, yeah, yeah

I don't wanna wake up
I'd rather dream, that's the way that you stay up
I don't wanna break up
But money's on my mind and I gotta keep the cake up
I don't wanna break up
Tears fall from her eyes and it's messin' up her makeup
Havin' second thoughts, no, we don't have to break up
Small conversation, have sex, then we make up
I don't wanna break up, no, no, no
I don't wanna break up, no, no
I don't wanna break up, no, no
I don't wanna break up, no, no
I don't wanna break up

Yeah, I brought sand to the beach to make it better, yeah
I got space boots on me, those Margielas, yeah
Bought some ice for you, keep it real with you, I fake death
Clever whenever we show out every time we go down
Drippin' and drawin', while we spill, they be droolin'
Pick it up by the pick, yeah, photogenic on the wrist, yeah
Purple hearts, make war sex, park the car, have car sex
Diamond cross, probably have sex in the afterlife, my religion
Tryna make better decisions, tryna be more consistent, yeah
I'm going through Hell just to get to you again
I make millions by myself, but I need you to win
Money couldn't buy real love, real friends
I don't wanna break up
I just wanna go and get my cake up, yeah (yeah)
Come through and stay up (stay up)
We can talk all night and make love, yeah
I don't wanna see you cry
That's like me settin' my heart on fire (on fire)
Fantasizin' about you in my arms
Tellin' stories 'til you know I'm not a liar

I don't wanna wake up
I'd rather dream, that's the way that you stay up
I don't wanna break up
But money's on my mind and I gotta keep the cake up
I don't wanna break up
Tears fall from her eyes and it's messin' up her makeup
Havin' second thoughts, no, we don't have to break up
Small conversation, have sex, then we make make up
I don't wanna break up

Sometimes you gotta take a sacrifice
In your love life if you want the riches and the ice, yeah, yeah
(Riches and the ice, yeah, yeah)
Gotta listen to your own advice, yeah, yeah
See, there's love still ahead, you wait, higher than kites (yeah)
Tip-toeing on a tower of temptation, I ain't scared of heights
And if you fall in love once, you can fall in love twice
I put this girl on ten jets, she used to be scared of flights, alright
Personality be making up for my height
Met her in New York, she said she from The Heights, alright
She take her time, she ride all night
Made that girl come over, pedal on me like a bike (bike)
Asian bitch go sucky-sucky, Spanish bitch, she call me papi
On vacay, my bitch in Maui, this ain't even my bitch though
I done Bogarted another nigga, this is like a kid though
I done prove myself so many times, like what these hits for?
She ain't know I was a G, she keep asking, "What that stick for?"
She thought I was making all this money because I was so popular
Rockstar, from the same planet as a pop star
She remind of my account because when I see her, I get rock hard

Save her (la, la, la, la)
Don't save her (la, la, la, la)
That's what they said
Don't save her (la, la, la, la)
Risked it all, now we gotta break up (yeah)
Get the racks, come back, now we make up (yeah)

I don't wanna wake up
I'd rather dream, that's the way that you stay up
I don't wanna break up
But money's on my mind and I gotta keep the cake up
I don't wanna break up
Tears fall from her eyes and it's messin' up her makeup
Havin' second thoughts, no, we don't have to break up
Small conversation, have sex, then we make up
I don't wanna break up, no, no
I don't wanna break up, no, no
I don't wanna break up

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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Bankroll

All that, all that, all that, all that, all that (yo, let's get it, yeah)
All that, all that, all that
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

You talkin' 'bout money, we playin' with bags
We do it for fun (grah), yeah
Countin' up all of the bands
Got paper cuts on my thumb, yeah
Any nigga say my name
You know I probably made him run (bow), yeah
All of my diamonds, they water, I swear
Them shits taste like Dasani
My lil' bitch, she wanna have my daughter
But she keep on eatin' my sun
Yeah, my bitch Japanese, my pants Vlone (yeah)
She so bad, look like she mixed with some Nia Long (yeah)
I make her moan, she say I'm the only reason that she rerun (ay)
She turn me on, keep touchin' on me, know I ain't leave her (ay)
Brought my foreign bitch, rush to the trap, she from a whole different region (let's go)
Yeah, I switch out my whips every season
Chrome Hearts on my lenses, I'm tryna see somethin' (yeah), uh
Diamonds in my tooth, why my teeth bussin'? (Ayy) yeah
Chrome Heart on my wrist, this cost three somethin' (money), yeah
Bitch, we run the block, only started with three onions (ayy), yeah
If you won't sell nothin', it won't be nothin'

I woke up with a bankroll
With a bankroll (yeah), with a bankroll (yeah), yeah, yeah
I woke up with a bankroll (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
With a bankroll, with a bankroll (yeah, yeah)
I can count it up with my eyes closed (yeah, yeah)
Count it up with my eyes closed (yeah, yeah)
Count it up with my eyes closed (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up with a bankroll (I woke up)
With a bankroll (I woke up), with a bankroll (I woke up)

She got the right one (got the right)
I got the right flow (got the right, yeah), yeah
Talk about money, we play, we up next, we do it for fun, yeah
Speakin' on ice, you probably should've went to Eliantte, yeah (ooh)
I got these demons with me, they ready to come hit you up, yeah (ooh)
I been drippin' in Celine doin' designer drugs, yeah (ooh)
I took a sip of codeine and fell in love
Cookin' up dope like Chapo
Cookin' up dope like Pablo (cook it up)
Pretty much bought me a gun store (pretty much)
I gave away all my Versaces, ho (yeah)
I got a Cambodian bitch (yeah) and she mixed with a J Lo
I got more keys than a custodian, I can switch my doors every day, though
Old money and new money
I'm gettin' the tall money, I grew money (yeah)
Poured up with a snow bunny
I could've slowed up and bought two hundred (slow)
Hate it or love it, I'm drinkin' on muddy
Bust down her rollie, I got it all flooded (flooded)
Sprinkle my rollie in VVS (sprinkle)
I got some pretty Korean friends (yeah)
I got draco, make me very upset, I'ma put you on CNN (brrt)
Boatloads of dope comin' in
Flipped it once, did it again

I woke up with a bankroll
With a bankroll, with a bankroll, yeah, yeah
I can count it with my eyes closed (I woke up)
Count it up with my eyes closed (I woke up), count it up with my eyes closed (I just count it up)
Cook it up like Pablo (cook it up, cook it up)
Cook it up like Chapo (cook it up, cook it up)
Growin' up like pyro (yeah, yeah)
Get to smokin' that hydro
I woke up with a bankroll
With a bankroll, with a bankroll

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Moment of Clarity

Yeah, yeah
Bitch is so tropical, yeah
I call her Pina Colada, oh yeah, yeah (run that back, Turbo)
Lately, I give 'em like a five, sip Cognac
When I pop out on 'em with a model, oh yeah

Moment of clarity, I'm straight off the yacht
Upping my currency, I'm taking your spot
F*ck a celebrity, treat like a thot
Ain't no comparing, the game in knot
I keep additional guns in the door
High-tech surveillance came with a remote
She got Balenciaga out on the road
I need some codeine, it's curing my soul
Watches and watches and watches and chains, yeah
A whole lot to change, yeah
Shottas on shottas on shottas with K's, yeah
We made it out the rain, yeah
Shawty wan' f*ck on my shorty just one time, let's make the arrangement
Deep collar flawless, carry these stones on me, I look like a caveman

Everyday life is a movie premiere
Baddies on baddies, pulled up like 'em souvenirs
I bought us new veneers
Smile on a freaky girl, I wanna see it
Properly greet you with ice on your wrist
Wrist get sprained without all the pain
'Bout that time to get laced, get draped
'Bout that time to get some bezels, big face (ah, nah, nah)
Can't let you forget I got more hits than Elvis
I got your bitch tryna eat my pelvis
I'm on that level, your bitch feed me grapes
Man, she cooking my breakfast, she doing my nails (ah, nah, nah)
Ran through that pussy in some high-top chanel
No NFL, but I'm one of the players
Took her to the hills in Manolo heels
She caught a balance and I paid the bill (ah, nah, nah)
I'm having stamina, let's keep it real (yeah)
Three on a one, having sex on a pill (yeah)
Count so much money, got buns on my hands
Living my life and it's bringing me chills (ah, nah, nah)
Tell me where the mils, I'm coming in the Lear (yeah)
I can feel what you feel, yeah
'Cause when it's real, then it's real, yeah
I like my oil in the seal, yeah

Moment of clarity, I'm straight off the yacht
Upping my currency, I'm taking your spot
F*ck a celebrity, treat like a thot
Ain't no comparing, the game in knot
I keep additional guns in the door
High-tech surveillance came with a remote (yeah)
She got Balenciaga out on the road
I need some codeine, it's curing my soul
Watches and watches and watches and chains, yeah
A whole lot to change, yeah
Shottas on shottas on shottas with K's, yeah
We made it out the rain, yeah
Shawty wan' f*ck on my shorty just one time, let's make the arrangement
Deep collar flawless, carry these stones on me, I look like a caveman

Darkskin and tropical, I call her Tina Colada, yeah
I spend a lot on her
Pull up, I'm dropping the top on her
Diamonds same shape as an octagon
Look at his neck, look like plexiglass (damn)
Pull up, the opps, they running fast (woo)
Got the mystical tec, that shit shakin' fast (brrt, pah)
I pop a Perc' just to make it last (yeah)
F*ck her so good, she can't shake her ass (let's go)
She know that I'll throw it all because I'm known just to make it back
I told that boy do not play with him
Chill, I got your girl, just relax, uh
If you wan' try somethin', nigga
We get your whole family whacked for sixty racks, uh (yeah)
I'm off a Molly all in this party, I just might pop me a flat, yeah
All of these bitches, they moving like bugs
Nat get caught in a zap, yeah
Flee the scene right on a jet, yeah
Then I pull up, say what happened? (What happened?)
Gold buttons on my jacket, yeah
I feel like I'm Michael Jackson (yeah)

Moment of clarity, I'm straight off the yacht
Upping my currency, I'm taking your spot
F*ck a celebrity, treat like a thot
Ain't no comparing, the game in knot
I keep additional guns in the door
High-tech surveillance came with a remote
She got Balenciaga out on the road
I need some codeine, it's curing my soul
Watches and watches and watches and chains, yeah
A whole lot to change, yeah
Shottas on shottas on shottas with K's, yeah
We made it out the rain, yeah
Shawty wan' f*ck on my shorty just one time, let's make the arrangement
Deep collar flawless, carry these stones on me, I look like a caveman

Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah
Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah
Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah
Yeah
Poured up more oil out the seal, yeah, yeah