Pockets filled with cheddar
Rocking all black like the Batmobile
30 points im dropping with assists like im
Bradley Beal
You should stress yo bitch she would SMD to
Have a meal
Eyes on my album cover but i aint gon
Sign no deal
F*ck all of the fake ones i shoot him left
If he aint right
So much smoke done went inside my face
I cant see it right
Not in the day but you know she comin over
At the night
You cant touch these bands man my pockets
Filled with metal spikes
Where all of yo dissing go
Purple jeans no indigo
Ion even telly bro man he just know to hit n go
Ion even tell her man she just know when to
Lick and go
They was taking hard on my shit
(Where that dissing go)
Blood Sweat and Tears what I dropped for
This shit to blow
Brodie tellin me that we too up we gotta
Stay it low
Grind season im back on my grind now
Rollie on my wrist but I don't got no time now
Yo girl she a bitch runnin round like
Blac Chyna
If she coming over then its real hard to find her
I was always popular aint get up on no grinder
Spendin all yo rent money on my f*ckin styler
Brodie gon create the way he shoot you
He like Tyler
She said KM never met a man that was more
Finer
She aint gettin pasta we goin to a diner
Pass that bitch to brodie like i got the f*ckin
Dimer
Pockets filled with cheddar
Rocking all black like the Batmobile
30 points im dropping with assists like im
Bradley Beal
You should watch yo bitch she would SMD to
Have a meal
Eyes on my album cover but i aint gon
Sign no deal
Triple X yo bitch
4 bands in a ditch
Tell me why this hoe think she can be my bitch
Thinkin bout my spendin even though we rich
Tell me why they talkin they aint really shit
I got rich aint have no option
They gon die a bitch
Rocking Gucci and that Fendi this a mix fit
I got rich aint have no option
They gon die a bitch
(I got rich aint have no option they gon die a Bitch)