All that cash
All that love
All that time
I could've ran it up
I burned the pictures
I tore 'em up
I got the cash
I tied it up
I'm feelin' different
I been pourin' up
All my whips tinted
I'm ridin', black truck
I'm standing on the leaves
My blick on me
Givenchy on my sleeves with Balenciaga jeans
I got all this on, I still want a ten piece
Don't forget the sprite, I'm 'bout to mix it up with green
My wrist came from Italy, my pockets stuffed with Benjis
She gettin' real sticky, 'cause my car high speed
My hat stay fitted, my jewelry cost a ticket
I won't leave my gang, and my gang stayin' with me
Yeah
I just get the money, I don't post it (nah)
Huh, I could write a story, I'm not a poet though
Huh, I just switched my swag, I gotta show it hoe
I been gettin' them racks, did they notice though?
Every time I show off, they act like they know me bro
I ain't goin' back, nah, I should've told you "no"
It's a lot of fake niggas, I don't know what we on no more
I burned the pictures
I tore 'em up
I got the cash
I tied it up
I'm feelin' different
I been pourin' up
All my whips tinted
I'm ridin', black truck
I'm standing on the leaves
My blick on me
Givenchy on my sleeves with Balenciaga jeans
I got all this on, I still want a ten piece
Don't forget the Sprite, I'm 'bout to mix it up with green