Made a promise to my self that I’ll be never broke, counting up all this money but I’m never tired
Three in the morning and I’m still going, jewelry so cold feel like the wind blowing. pushing more weight then
Arnold schwarzenegger walk-in closet feel with bells and glass (gucci) kill ya self my nigga do the world a favor, and I done lost count I got so
Many haters, Canary watch I swear got yellow fever. Jimmy choo glasses so its hard to see ya, put my money on a tred mill
And let it build [?]
Ima Gynast, Ima gymnast I’m in the kitchen flippen chickens Ima gymnast, I’m in the laboratory now doing chemistry, I can’t lie me and
Money got a chemistry. (gucci) X2:
Throw the money in the air like I’m Elway, 50 bells at the house, Ima bellsmen.
I got 65 thangs on the spressway, a couple boxes of mid is what they mail meh, I love my plug homie shout out to my esay, I got that [?]
Homie you a swag stealer, I’m in My Big Dooley Truck,
It’s a glass house, I’ll turn ya sister condo into a trap house, on hand to hand with the cookies like a girl scout, winter time you might catch me in the stretch furr, all black Maybach with the chauffeur, Ima cooker but yo daddy is a smoker
Dirty money throw that money in the shower, she can’t even feel her face cause of the powder, one spot three kitchens is a blow spot.
Charge you twenty grand flat for some convo, keep the js mile high like the broncos,
Got a nigga bussin bells in the living room, left ounce n half on the hard wood, count a half a million cash in the bedroom, never let a nigga know were yo stash at, Made 75k playing blackjack, let a nigga get it back playing cee-lo I’m on my old school shit playing kilo