We was lit
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
What's wrong with you?
I got bands
Pockets fat
Move round ninja
Copped a penthouse and new foreigns, I ain't going back
Got you, got you with this three ball, got the police on my ass
Hit the reup, I put my foot right down on the gas, roll a the 3.5, burn it slow, we might just make it last
I been moving, put the ruler down, talking gas, you know we packing pounds
We just getting lit, ran up on my fit (wow), 50 on my clip (rounds), bust down on my wrist
Y'all can't see my fist (now), AMG my coupe, n***** know that I been rich
Fendi on my jean, hit that gas so we gon' dip
I been making art, Leonardo, I'm just getting lit, ain't trying to start nothing wrong
In the crib, I'm super chilling, got the titty rounds, and my diamonds, now they dancing like a Tiktok
I could show you how to do it, get the big rocks, rolling stones up on my body, got you bitch watch
Rollie on my wrist, bitch, big watching, I'm reclining down my seat, I make my bitch drive it
Kick it right off of the island like it's Total Drama, I got designer, A to Z, I'm pushing P for Prada
I got these n***** afraid to meet, just cause I count it right
Got your ho up in my B room cause I hit it right
I'm on go, I cannot stop your shit not hitting right
And my diamonds gon' shine, shine right through the night
Hit the gas and stomp the pit, I'm flying high
OG Runtz up in my face, I'm in the sky, got my bitches two new Rollies with the ice
Lotta talk, and all my new shit white like rice, wrap the whip interior blue with designs
Lines, y'all ain't getting by, I been going back like 97 in a prime
Hit that bitch once then I'm saying goodbye
Hit that bitch once then I'm saying goodbye
We was lit
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
What's wrong with you?
I got bands
Pockets fat
We was lit
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
What's wrong with you?
I got bands
Pockets fat
We was lit
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
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We was lit
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
What's wrong with you?
I got bands
Pockets fat
Move round ninja
Copped a penthouse and new foreigns, I ain't going back
Got you, got you with this three ball, got the police on my ass
Hit the reup, I put my foot right down on the gas, roll a the 3.5, burn it slow, we might just make it last
I been moving, put the ruler down, talking gas, you know we packing pounds
We just getting lit, ran up on my fit (wow), 50 on my clip (rounds), bust down on my wrist
Y'all can't see my fist (now), AMG my coupe, n***** know that I been rich
Fendi on my jean, hit that gas so we gon' dip
I been making art, Leonardo, I'm just getting lit, ain't trying to start nothing wrong
In the crib, I'm super chilling, got the titty rounds, and my diamonds, now they dancing like a Tiktok
I could show you how to do it, get the big rocks, rolling stones up on my body, got you bitch watch
Rollie on my wrist, bitch, big watching, I'm reclining down my seat, I make my bitch drive it
Kick it right off of the island like it's Total Drama, I got designer, A to Z, I'm pushing P for Prada
I got these n***** afraid to meet, just cause I count it right
Got your ho up in my B room cause I hit it right
I'm on go, I cannot stop your shit not hitting right
And my diamonds gon' shine, shine right through the night
Hit the gas and stomp the pit, I'm flying high
OG Runtz up in my face, I'm in the sky, got my bitches two new Rollies with the ice
Lotta talk, and all my new shit white like rice, wrap the whip interior blue with designs
Lines, y'all ain't getting by, I been going back like 97 in a prime
Hit that bitch once then I'm saying goodbye
Hit that bitch once then I'm saying goodbye
We was lit
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
What's wrong with you?
I got bands
Pockets fat
We was lit
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
What's wrong with you?
I got bands
Pockets fat
We was lit
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
What's wrong with you?
I got bands
Pockets fat
Move round ninja
Copped a penthouse and new foreigns, I ain't going back
Got you, got you with this three ball, got the police on my ass
Hit the reup, I put my foot right down on the gas, roll a the 3.5, burn it slow, we might just make it last
I been moving, put the ruler down, talking gas, you know we packing pounds
We just getting lit, ran up on my fit (wow), 50 on my clip (rounds), bust down on my wrist
Y'all can't see my fist (now), AMG my coupe, n***** know that I been rich
Fendi on my jean, hit that gas so we gon' dip
I been making art, Leonardo, I'm just getting lit, ain't trying to start nothing wrong
In the crib, I'm super chilling, got the titty rounds, and my diamonds, now they dancing like a Tiktok
I could show you how to do it, get the big rocks, rolling stones up on my body, got you bitch watch
Rollie on my wrist, bitch, big watching, I'm reclining down my seat, I make my bitch drive it
Kick it right off of the island like it's Total Drama, I got designer, A to Z, I'm pushing P for Prada
I got these n***** afraid to meet, just cause I count it right
Got your ho up in my B room cause I hit it right
I'm on go, I cannot stop your shit not hitting right
And my diamonds gon' shine, shine right through the night
Hit the gas and stomp the pit, I'm flying high
OG Runtz up in my face, I'm in the sky, got my bitches two new Rollies with the ice
Lotta talk, and all my new shit white like rice, wrap the whip interior blue with designs
Lines, y'all ain't getting by, I been going back like 97 in a prime
Hit that bitch once then I'm saying goodbye
Hit that bitch once then I'm saying goodbye
We was lit
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
What's wrong with you?
I got bands
Pockets fat
We was lit
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
What's wrong with you?
I got bands
Pockets fat
We was lit
Now we rich
Counterfeit
Up the smoke
Might just hit you
Writer: no ERB, Mikey G
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid