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[Intro]
Woah, woah
Woah, look killa, ay
Look killa, ay
Look killa
[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up
My twin slide by, he'll take your money
All these niggas said they making money
But, honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothin'
That bitch keep frontin'
My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
All this codeine help my diamonds
Pop a G6 molly and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don’t do the love
And I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and
All these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me
I’m tryna figurе out which one trust me
[Verse 1]
My chain keep swangin', my gang keep gangin'
My bitch come through likе all the time
All I see is dollar signs, My brand new shades Balenciaga
All these girls got Vetements prolly
Yes, I'm the nigga that made No Stylist
I go shoppin', no personal shopper
Ain't nobody touchin' my swag
I got way too much weed, too much drank
And I'm mad don't text her back
I get way too fly, I'm jet lagged
And your bitch jet lag
I just keep on going back to back
With these hits and with this swag
We just keep on going back to back
And honestly I'm tryna bag it
I keep a FN right on my hip
Make a pussy nigga back up
I go rockstar, raver, cowboy
And I put my weed in tobacco
I use my tennis chain as a lasso
Most of these bitches just some nat hoes
I had to switch up my last ho
I'm not the nigga from last year
[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up
My twin slide by, he'll take your money
All these niggas said they making money
But, honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothin'
That bitch keep frontin'
My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
All this codeine help my diamonds
Pop a G6 molly and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don’t do the love
And I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and
All these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me
I’m tryna figure out which one trust me
[Verse 2]
All of this shit get ugly
I put a mask on, I’m not ugly
I just be counting up all this money
I just be counting up all this money
She said I smell good when she hug me
I think she smell good when she hug me
Can't let a broke bitch touch me
Can't let a broke nigga touch me
Can't let a hot nigga touch me
My diamonds polished, yours are rusty
My diamonds rainin', I use an umbrella
From all of the doors on the Cullinan
Her pussy rain and I use an umbrella
From all of the doors on the Cullinan
Back seat, roll up another one
Back seat, I pour up another cup
I'm a lil' killa, I came to kill
And honestly ???
I might be the flyest in America
Tell these fuck niggas try it, I'm darin' them
I'm the best and it ain't no comparison
She called me one time, I'm ???
And my brother called me up, enough
I put the platinum all in my hair
Rockstar, uhh
[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up
My twin slide by, he'll take your money
All these niggas said they making money
But, honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothin'
That bitch keep frontin'
My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
All this codeine help my diamonds
Pop a G6 molly and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don’t do the love
And I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and
All these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me
I’m tryna figure out which one trust me
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