I done ran up a check, now I'm the one bitches chase after
All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters
I got that bread and stacked it up
It get put on your head, might start whackin' stuff
I got her head and fell in love
She eat up that dick, ain't no lettin' up
This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder
I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up
But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a f*ck
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your niggas to get wet up
Got the game in a lock and I won't let up
Now I'm fresh out the box and got rich as f*ck
Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb' off the lot
Might f*ck around and go buy the Bentley truck
Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough
But them niggas still hate how I live it up
I was posted in the cut, we ain't on it, lil' luck
'Til I got off my ass and ran it up
Had to get off my ass and go get it
Lil' nigga but I got big digits
If it come down to beef, I'm with it
You can die 'bout a tweet, boy you silly
You can't say shit about me, I got a milli'
Whenever I go, my family gon' get it
Can never trip 'bout a ho, soon I hit it, I quit it
Can't be in love, sorry bae, I admit it
Full off them drugs, so the pain, I don't feel it
My bitch real bad, I be f*ckin' on a menace
She can give me head while I drive, I can wreck, this ain't rented
I'ma God so my windows five-percent tinted
Screamin' "Free Yak," pourin' shots of the Henny
All these free bands, got a custom the Benzy
Grown man gossip, 'bout to kill that nigga runnin'
Can't f*ck with niggas, no, Jack not friendly
I done ran up a check, now I'm the one bitches chase after
All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters
I got that bread and stacked it up
It get put on your head, might start whackin' stuff
I got her head and fell in love
She eat up that dick, ain't no lettin' up
This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder
I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up
But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a f*ck
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your niggas to get wet up
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I done ran up a check, now I'm the one bitches chase after
All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters
I got that bread and stacked it up
It get put on your head, might start whackin' stuff
I got her head and fell in love
She eat up that dick, ain't no lettin' up
This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder
I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up
But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a f*ck
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your niggas to get wet up
Got the game in a lock and I won't let up
Now I'm fresh out the box and got rich as f*ck
Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb' off the lot
Might f*ck around and go buy the Bentley truck
Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough
But them niggas still hate how I live it up
I was posted in the cut, we ain't on it, lil' luck
'Til I got off my ass and ran it up
Had to get off my ass and go get it
Lil' nigga but I got big digits
If it come down to beef, I'm with it
You can die 'bout a tweet, boy you silly
You can't say shit about me, I got a milli'
Whenever I go, my family gon' get it
Can never trip 'bout a ho, soon I hit it, I quit it
Can't be in love, sorry bae, I admit it
Full off them drugs, so the pain, I don't feel it
My bitch real bad, I be f*ckin' on a menace
She can give me head while I drive, I can wreck, this ain't rented
I'ma God so my windows five-percent tinted
Screamin' "Free Yak," pourin' shots of the Henny
All these free bands, got a custom the Benzy
Grown man gossip, 'bout to kill that nigga runnin'
Can't f*ck with niggas, no, Jack not friendly
I done ran up a check, now I'm the one bitches chase after
All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters
I got that bread and stacked it up
It get put on your head, might start whackin' stuff
I got her head and fell in love
She eat up that dick, ain't no lettin' up
This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder
I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up
But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a f*ck
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your niggas to get wet up
All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters
I got that bread and stacked it up
It get put on your head, might start whackin' stuff
I got her head and fell in love
She eat up that dick, ain't no lettin' up
This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder
I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up
But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a f*ck
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your niggas to get wet up
Got the game in a lock and I won't let up
Now I'm fresh out the box and got rich as f*ck
Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb' off the lot
Might f*ck around and go buy the Bentley truck
Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough
But them niggas still hate how I live it up
I was posted in the cut, we ain't on it, lil' luck
'Til I got off my ass and ran it up
Had to get off my ass and go get it
Lil' nigga but I got big digits
If it come down to beef, I'm with it
You can die 'bout a tweet, boy you silly
You can't say shit about me, I got a milli'
Whenever I go, my family gon' get it
Can never trip 'bout a ho, soon I hit it, I quit it
Can't be in love, sorry bae, I admit it
Full off them drugs, so the pain, I don't feel it
My bitch real bad, I be f*ckin' on a menace
She can give me head while I drive, I can wreck, this ain't rented
I'ma God so my windows five-percent tinted
Screamin' "Free Yak," pourin' shots of the Henny
All these free bands, got a custom the Benzy
Grown man gossip, 'bout to kill that nigga runnin'
Can't f*ck with niggas, no, Jack not friendly
I done ran up a check, now I'm the one bitches chase after
All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters
I got that bread and stacked it up
It get put on your head, might start whackin' stuff
I got her head and fell in love
She eat up that dick, ain't no lettin' up
This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new bitch badder
I got 'em hatin' that I leveled up
But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a f*ck
Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked
Send one of your niggas to get wet up
Writer: Pierre DeLince
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING