Always on the move, heart gettin' colder
All my diamonds white, huh, my wrist real polar
She said she love my style, it ain't nun, that's what I told her
My steps break the ground, huh, Balenci' Bulldozers
I feel sullen (woah)
I could rap, yeah, for days, I'm not a poet (yeah)
Raver pants, yeah, they Rick, huh, they Bolan (rick rick)
Yeah, Balenciaga boots on, where we goin'?
Yeah, my fit all black
Huh, yeah, this a brand new track
Yeah, they follow my tracks, but they can't match the stats
Yeah, I was on the road, ridin' 'round, real fast (oh)
You know I keep it on me, huh, yeah, I'm never lackin'
I'm always poppin' out, my lifestyle crazy (brazy)
She always shit poppin', I love her, that's my baby
Why that boy keep talkin? You know you don't get paid
Rick cargo pants on me, cost a lot just for the rave (cost a lot)
I'm out late, in the nighttime
Shawty hit my phone, she wanna flick up right now
I had called her up (huh)
She was wearin' all black (yeah)
I had got her some diamonds (woah)
Spent like 5k up in Saks (yeah)
I walked in Magic City
Got like 5 hoes in the section (yeah)
I got a stack of all 1's, and I walked in with a ratchet
I got this one hoe named Maddie, and I took her shoppin' at Lenox
I got this bitch, she older than me, I met her one time and I hit it (yeah)
Always on the move, heart gettin' colder
All my diamonds white, huh, my wrist real polar
She said she love my style, it ain't nun, that's what I told her
My steps break the ground, huh, Balenci' Bulldozers
I feel sullen (woah)
I could rap, yeah, for days, I'm not a poet (yeah)
Raver pants, yeah, they Rick, huh, they Bolan (rick rick)
Yeah, Balenciaga boots on, where we goin'?
Yeah, my fit all black
Huh, yeah, this a brand new track
Yeah, they follow my tracks, but they can't match the stats
Yeah, I was on the road, ridin' 'round, real fast (oh)
You know I keep it on me, huh, yeah, I'm never lackin'
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Always on the move, heart gettin' colder
All my diamonds white, huh, my wrist real polar
She said she love my style, it ain't nun, that's what I told her
My steps break the ground, huh, Balenci' Bulldozers
I feel sullen (woah)
I could rap, yeah, for days, I'm not a poet (yeah)
Raver pants, yeah, they Rick, huh, they Bolan (rick rick)
Yeah, Balenciaga boots on, where we goin'?
Yeah, my fit all black
Huh, yeah, this a brand new track
Yeah, they follow my tracks, but they can't match the stats
Yeah, I was on the road, ridin' 'round, real fast (oh)
You know I keep it on me, huh, yeah, I'm never lackin'
I'm always poppin' out, my lifestyle crazy (brazy)
She always shit poppin', I love her, that's my baby
Why that boy keep talkin? You know you don't get paid
Rick cargo pants on me, cost a lot just for the rave (cost a lot)
I'm out late, in the nighttime
Shawty hit my phone, she wanna flick up right now
I had called her up (huh)
She was wearin' all black (yeah)
I had got her some diamonds (woah)
Spent like 5k up in Saks (yeah)
I walked in Magic City
Got like 5 hoes in the section (yeah)
I got a stack of all 1's, and I walked in with a ratchet
I got this one hoe named Maddie, and I took her shoppin' at Lenox
I got this bitch, she older than me, I met her one time and I hit it (yeah)
Always on the move, heart gettin' colder
All my diamonds white, huh, my wrist real polar
She said she love my style, it ain't nun, that's what I told her
My steps break the ground, huh, Balenci' Bulldozers
I feel sullen (woah)
I could rap, yeah, for days, I'm not a poet (yeah)
Raver pants, yeah, they Rick, huh, they Bolan (rick rick)
Yeah, Balenciaga boots on, where we goin'?
Yeah, my fit all black
Huh, yeah, this a brand new track
Yeah, they follow my tracks, but they can't match the stats
Yeah, I was on the road, ridin' 'round, real fast (oh)
You know I keep it on me, huh, yeah, I'm never lackin'
All my diamonds white, huh, my wrist real polar
She said she love my style, it ain't nun, that's what I told her
My steps break the ground, huh, Balenci' Bulldozers
I feel sullen (woah)
I could rap, yeah, for days, I'm not a poet (yeah)
Raver pants, yeah, they Rick, huh, they Bolan (rick rick)
Yeah, Balenciaga boots on, where we goin'?
Yeah, my fit all black
Huh, yeah, this a brand new track
Yeah, they follow my tracks, but they can't match the stats
Yeah, I was on the road, ridin' 'round, real fast (oh)
You know I keep it on me, huh, yeah, I'm never lackin'
I'm always poppin' out, my lifestyle crazy (brazy)
She always shit poppin', I love her, that's my baby
Why that boy keep talkin? You know you don't get paid
Rick cargo pants on me, cost a lot just for the rave (cost a lot)
I'm out late, in the nighttime
Shawty hit my phone, she wanna flick up right now
I had called her up (huh)
She was wearin' all black (yeah)
I had got her some diamonds (woah)
Spent like 5k up in Saks (yeah)
I walked in Magic City
Got like 5 hoes in the section (yeah)
I got a stack of all 1's, and I walked in with a ratchet
I got this one hoe named Maddie, and I took her shoppin' at Lenox
I got this bitch, she older than me, I met her one time and I hit it (yeah)
Always on the move, heart gettin' colder
All my diamonds white, huh, my wrist real polar
She said she love my style, it ain't nun, that's what I told her
My steps break the ground, huh, Balenci' Bulldozers
I feel sullen (woah)
I could rap, yeah, for days, I'm not a poet (yeah)
Raver pants, yeah, they Rick, huh, they Bolan (rick rick)
Yeah, Balenciaga boots on, where we goin'?
Yeah, my fit all black
Huh, yeah, this a brand new track
Yeah, they follow my tracks, but they can't match the stats
Yeah, I was on the road, ridin' 'round, real fast (oh)
You know I keep it on me, huh, yeah, I'm never lackin'
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