Used to feel like I was last place
Now I keep a jet, f*ck a fast lane
They be watching me flash, like it's matinee
See me pouring out bottles of the champagne
She ain't want me, now she can't wait
It used to feel like I was last place
Only good times, no more bad days
Twenty-one racks, that's a bad day
I be counting money till my hands ache
Know that drip like a motherf*cking cafe
In a mask, know I wasn't at no masquerade
The only way you sauce, with some mayonnaise
Ain't no halfway, that money got me eager
Tried to talk, turned them into ballerinas
Leave the crib, it's like walking out a freezer
They can't f*ck with me, Mother Theresa
I got the money, and the game coming soon
Scare them with the drip, like I came out the lagoon
You going see me out there flexing with the goons
Never be broke again, baby I'm immune
The boy is coming for the game like he Giannis
Salty when I show up in the new Balenciagas
Like a magic trick, that money in the wallet
Want do this, got to motherf*cking want it
Used to feel like I was last place
Now I keep a jet, f*ck a fast lane
They be watching me flash, like it's matinee
See me pouring out bottles of the champagne
She ain't want me, now she can't wait
It used to feel like I was last place
Only good times, no more bad days
Twenty one racks, that's a bad day
Money, money, money, that's the catchphrase
Got his girlfriend doing things that she can't say
Hit your bitch, then I throw her in the ashtray
Now they wanting on the team, it's too damn late
I'm the brand name, you the f*cking knockoff
Stunting on these motherf*ckers like he Jean-Claude
Swear they girls on my dick like a hotdog
Hundred on my wrist, no cap, that's on God
Home Depot, know I stay with the tools
How he always look like he came from the pool
Got the game, you can't play them for the fool
All about the wins, breaking all the rules
Every day with these chains like December
You could see him even in the dark, like reflectors
Always going hard in the paint, like the center
When we turn up, feeling like Helen Keller
Used to feel like I was last place
Now I keep a jet, f*ck a fast lane
They be watching me flash, like it's matinee
See me pouring out bottles of the champagne
She ain't want me, now she can't wait
It used to feel like I was last place
Only good times, no more bad days
Twenty-one racks, that's a bad day
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Used to feel like I was last place
Now I keep a jet, f*ck a fast lane
They be watching me flash, like it's matinee
See me pouring out bottles of the champagne
She ain't want me, now she can't wait
It used to feel like I was last place
Only good times, no more bad days
Twenty-one racks, that's a bad day
I be counting money till my hands ache
Know that drip like a motherf*cking cafe
In a mask, know I wasn't at no masquerade
The only way you sauce, with some mayonnaise
Ain't no halfway, that money got me eager
Tried to talk, turned them into ballerinas
Leave the crib, it's like walking out a freezer
They can't f*ck with me, Mother Theresa
I got the money, and the game coming soon
Scare them with the drip, like I came out the lagoon
You going see me out there flexing with the goons
Never be broke again, baby I'm immune
The boy is coming for the game like he Giannis
Salty when I show up in the new Balenciagas
Like a magic trick, that money in the wallet
Want do this, got to motherf*cking want it
Used to feel like I was last place
Now I keep a jet, f*ck a fast lane
They be watching me flash, like it's matinee
See me pouring out bottles of the champagne
She ain't want me, now she can't wait
It used to feel like I was last place
Only good times, no more bad days
Twenty one racks, that's a bad day
Money, money, money, that's the catchphrase
Got his girlfriend doing things that she can't say
Hit your bitch, then I throw her in the ashtray
Now they wanting on the team, it's too damn late
I'm the brand name, you the f*cking knockoff
Stunting on these motherf*ckers like he Jean-Claude
Swear they girls on my dick like a hotdog
Hundred on my wrist, no cap, that's on God
Home Depot, know I stay with the tools
How he always look like he came from the pool
Got the game, you can't play them for the fool
All about the wins, breaking all the rules
Every day with these chains like December
You could see him even in the dark, like reflectors
Always going hard in the paint, like the center
When we turn up, feeling like Helen Keller
Used to feel like I was last place
Now I keep a jet, f*ck a fast lane
They be watching me flash, like it's matinee
See me pouring out bottles of the champagne
She ain't want me, now she can't wait
It used to feel like I was last place
Only good times, no more bad days
Twenty-one racks, that's a bad day
Now I keep a jet, f*ck a fast lane
They be watching me flash, like it's matinee
See me pouring out bottles of the champagne
She ain't want me, now she can't wait
It used to feel like I was last place
Only good times, no more bad days
Twenty-one racks, that's a bad day
I be counting money till my hands ache
Know that drip like a motherf*cking cafe
In a mask, know I wasn't at no masquerade
The only way you sauce, with some mayonnaise
Ain't no halfway, that money got me eager
Tried to talk, turned them into ballerinas
Leave the crib, it's like walking out a freezer
They can't f*ck with me, Mother Theresa
I got the money, and the game coming soon
Scare them with the drip, like I came out the lagoon
You going see me out there flexing with the goons
Never be broke again, baby I'm immune
The boy is coming for the game like he Giannis
Salty when I show up in the new Balenciagas
Like a magic trick, that money in the wallet
Want do this, got to motherf*cking want it
Used to feel like I was last place
Now I keep a jet, f*ck a fast lane
They be watching me flash, like it's matinee
See me pouring out bottles of the champagne
She ain't want me, now she can't wait
It used to feel like I was last place
Only good times, no more bad days
Twenty one racks, that's a bad day
Money, money, money, that's the catchphrase
Got his girlfriend doing things that she can't say
Hit your bitch, then I throw her in the ashtray
Now they wanting on the team, it's too damn late
I'm the brand name, you the f*cking knockoff
Stunting on these motherf*ckers like he Jean-Claude
Swear they girls on my dick like a hotdog
Hundred on my wrist, no cap, that's on God
Home Depot, know I stay with the tools
How he always look like he came from the pool
Got the game, you can't play them for the fool
All about the wins, breaking all the rules
Every day with these chains like December
You could see him even in the dark, like reflectors
Always going hard in the paint, like the center
When we turn up, feeling like Helen Keller
Used to feel like I was last place
Now I keep a jet, f*ck a fast lane
They be watching me flash, like it's matinee
See me pouring out bottles of the champagne
She ain't want me, now she can't wait
It used to feel like I was last place
Only good times, no more bad days
Twenty-one racks, that's a bad day
Writer: Cole Schneider
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid