Shitty boyz not baby tron but I rock Cartier
Shitcoins, meme tokens imma go finesse a play
Open up my MetaMask before I go n check the bank
Run a mill up off a trade so I can bless the gang
Turbo motion, I thank Jesus for this Pepe
Valuing time call Mateo like he jefe
Cash cow and my waygu always heavy
I take my time tryna milk it I need leche
I'm a holder not a folder you can't f*ck with me
I can't rap with you, you ain't even a up fifty
Told my bro he like my arm cuz he stuck with me
And we only getting stronger lift this up with me
Rappers announcing they independent like single women
Ya chick fil a nigga cuz im bout the chicken
If we start comparing you gon see the difference
But let's it pimpin , I won't be specific
Heart throbbing chart blazer
Talking all paper
Pay to play or make a name
Embracing hard labor
I'm in this bitch to work, we can talk later
Let's organize and strategize to make us all greater
When I was broke I was dreaming with a plan
God blessed me with the instruments to make these bands
Now it's sticks and drums in each of our hand
no malice I just wanna keep peace on my land
Zillo in Paris, i won't see you in the states, great
Hashish got me spilling matcha on my bapes
Greatness is a process I processed greatly
My circle full of bosses my bottom bitch shapely
Champagne jag with a Light weight tint
Hoes see it pass like "that might be him"
See another car like "that might be them"
Then see a black truck like "yup that's them"
Stockz - SATOSHI NAKAMOTO Lyrics
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Shitty boyz not baby tron but I rock Cartier
Shitcoins, meme tokens imma go finesse a play
Open up my MetaMask before I go n check the bank
Run a mill up off a trade so I can bless the gang
Turbo motion, I thank Jesus for this Pepe
Valuing time call Mateo like he jefe
Cash cow and my waygu always heavy
I take my time tryna milk it I need leche
I'm a holder not a folder you can't f*ck with me
I can't rap with you, you ain't even a up fifty
Told my bro he like my arm cuz he stuck with me
And we only getting stronger lift this up with me
Rappers announcing they independent like single women
Ya chick fil a nigga cuz im bout the chicken
If we start comparing you gon see the difference
But let's it pimpin , I won't be specific
Heart throbbing chart blazer
Talking all paper
Pay to play or make a name
Embracing hard labor
I'm in this bitch to work, we can talk later
Let's organize and strategize to make us all greater
When I was broke I was dreaming with a plan
God blessed me with the instruments to make these bands
Now it's sticks and drums in each of our hand
no malice I just wanna keep peace on my land
Zillo in Paris, i won't see you in the states, great
Hashish got me spilling matcha on my bapes
Greatness is a process I processed greatly
My circle full of bosses my bottom bitch shapely
Champagne jag with a Light weight tint
Hoes see it pass like "that might be him"
See another car like "that might be them"
Then see a black truck like "yup that's them"
Shitcoins, meme tokens imma go finesse a play
Open up my MetaMask before I go n check the bank
Run a mill up off a trade so I can bless the gang
Turbo motion, I thank Jesus for this Pepe
Valuing time call Mateo like he jefe
Cash cow and my waygu always heavy
I take my time tryna milk it I need leche
I'm a holder not a folder you can't f*ck with me
I can't rap with you, you ain't even a up fifty
Told my bro he like my arm cuz he stuck with me
And we only getting stronger lift this up with me
Rappers announcing they independent like single women
Ya chick fil a nigga cuz im bout the chicken
If we start comparing you gon see the difference
But let's it pimpin , I won't be specific
Heart throbbing chart blazer
Talking all paper
Pay to play or make a name
Embracing hard labor
I'm in this bitch to work, we can talk later
Let's organize and strategize to make us all greater
When I was broke I was dreaming with a plan
God blessed me with the instruments to make these bands
Now it's sticks and drums in each of our hand
no malice I just wanna keep peace on my land
Zillo in Paris, i won't see you in the states, great
Hashish got me spilling matcha on my bapes
Greatness is a process I processed greatly
My circle full of bosses my bottom bitch shapely
Champagne jag with a Light weight tint
Hoes see it pass like "that might be him"
See another car like "that might be them"
Then see a black truck like "yup that's them"
Writer: LAWRENCE LIN, SAIRAM KRIPASAGAR, Myles Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC