wishful thinkin Video (MV)

If I had one wish, I'd probably be rich
I love money, give a f*ck bout no bitch
I'ma keep on trappin' till that pack is finished
I ball hard, I don't need no assist
Bitch bad, I don't even know her name
See the bread, put her shit on my dick
Got a nigga at home, she wanna f*ck in the whip
Posted right up outside, he can't see through the tint
We off 41 shots like we tryna get bent
So much blood on my hands like I gotta get rinsed
He try to run, he not fast, need a pinch
Back out blade on a nigga, get diced and minced
I've been that nigga forever, hoe, act like you know it
Evil thoughts, I had to learn to control it
These niggas be tough online with that racket but never see us in the open
When I hop in the V, that shit floatin
When I pour up that drink, it be potent
Got a badass bitch with a ass, it be pokin
I got so many hoes, I don't need me no lotion
Throw it up, you might land a promotion
We gon' slide in that Ford and we focus
I pull up in that big body like Bendokis
This a first class flight, I look out see the ocean
I tell that bitch, back, back
She keep askin' for money on Cash App
Niggas thinkin' they funny, get Jack Blacked
Know the 30 clip fitted, it snap back
I'm in my bag like Chester McBadbat
We gon' follow that whip from the air tag
He get hit with some shit, then the airbag
We deploy him like troops out in Baghdad
Nigga yellin' on live, you that mad?
We laughin, caught him in Jersey, he lackin in traffic
Boys come around, ain't no tellin' what happened
Might go to hell for the way I been actin
Might go to jail from the way I been trappin
Might go to Yale if I ever stop rappin
If I had one wish, I'd probably be rich on the island with bitches around me attractive
I ain't doin' division, ain't no more subtraction
Only multiplication and addin
Got a new shorty? We already had it
She tryna serve a nigga like a admin
I wasn't in class, they was callin' me absent
Re-up on the pack, I was still tryna ration
Niggas can't see me, I'm Stevie with glasses
Kick me a TD, shit land in the rafters
12 tried sweep, I was fightin' like Mavericks
Big SOZÉ and the E, got a accent
I got what you need, anything that you askin
Post up in Brooklyn like Claxton
We gon' hawk 'em like Tony, no Braxton
I ain't doly, my homie for action
Leave 'em holy, he pray like a Catholic
Push the V, niggas know I won't mack it