Yeah
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
Yeah
She wanna cake on the phone, I got some cake on the other line waiting
It's money to make they say it takes some patience
I'm clean as f*ck need a standing ovation, she think I'm lit cause of my innovations
I need some more than that can't do the basic
All that time I ain't have nothing but hope, but shit that's all I need to go
Heard the function dead, it's okay I wasn't tryna go
Damn she got that head, oh yeah I ain't know this ho was on go
Polamalu 43x just might stretch him, keep it on the low
Shout out cuzzy from the TX, next time we link up might pour up a four
I'm with lil' brodie in BX, rolling the xot pack he pass me the to
I don't give a f*ck bout my E-X, I found a passion for counting bankrolls
We was hotboxing the Prius, plotting on how we gon drop-top the Rolls
Yeah
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
Imma do me every time, I ain't worried bout nobody
Can't show your hand to no man, that's how you f*ck up the plan
Ten toes on business I stand, record in the trap I be washing my hands
Remember the day I touched my first band, nine-years-old seen a m****r first hand
I'm roll up this one I'm not passing, model walk like she came straight from a pageant
I'm getting green like I play for St. Patrick, I make her wet gon need more than a napkin
I might cop a jet cause I swear I hate traffic, cars, clothes, hos having
Closed-toed Tegga swagging, came a long way from a fraction
This shit getting monumental, can't let it f*ck with my mental
Link up at the Intercontinental, tryna see all what you're into
She bragging to all of her friends too, but I cannot pay it no mind I get paid for my time
Heard she wanna f*ck with my campaign now, she can fall in line
Yeah
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
Yeah
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
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Yeah
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
Yeah
She wanna cake on the phone, I got some cake on the other line waiting
It's money to make they say it takes some patience
I'm clean as f*ck need a standing ovation, she think I'm lit cause of my innovations
I need some more than that can't do the basic
All that time I ain't have nothing but hope, but shit that's all I need to go
Heard the function dead, it's okay I wasn't tryna go
Damn she got that head, oh yeah I ain't know this ho was on go
Polamalu 43x just might stretch him, keep it on the low
Shout out cuzzy from the TX, next time we link up might pour up a four
I'm with lil' brodie in BX, rolling the xot pack he pass me the to
I don't give a f*ck bout my E-X, I found a passion for counting bankrolls
We was hotboxing the Prius, plotting on how we gon drop-top the Rolls
Yeah
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
Imma do me every time, I ain't worried bout nobody
Can't show your hand to no man, that's how you f*ck up the plan
Ten toes on business I stand, record in the trap I be washing my hands
Remember the day I touched my first band, nine-years-old seen a m****r first hand
I'm roll up this one I'm not passing, model walk like she came straight from a pageant
I'm getting green like I play for St. Patrick, I make her wet gon need more than a napkin
I might cop a jet cause I swear I hate traffic, cars, clothes, hos having
Closed-toed Tegga swagging, came a long way from a fraction
This shit getting monumental, can't let it f*ck with my mental
Link up at the Intercontinental, tryna see all what you're into
She bragging to all of her friends too, but I cannot pay it no mind I get paid for my time
Heard she wanna f*ck with my campaign now, she can fall in line
Yeah
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
Yeah
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
Yeah
She wanna cake on the phone, I got some cake on the other line waiting
It's money to make they say it takes some patience
I'm clean as f*ck need a standing ovation, she think I'm lit cause of my innovations
I need some more than that can't do the basic
All that time I ain't have nothing but hope, but shit that's all I need to go
Heard the function dead, it's okay I wasn't tryna go
Damn she got that head, oh yeah I ain't know this ho was on go
Polamalu 43x just might stretch him, keep it on the low
Shout out cuzzy from the TX, next time we link up might pour up a four
I'm with lil' brodie in BX, rolling the xot pack he pass me the to
I don't give a f*ck bout my E-X, I found a passion for counting bankrolls
We was hotboxing the Prius, plotting on how we gon drop-top the Rolls
Yeah
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
Imma do me every time, I ain't worried bout nobody
Can't show your hand to no man, that's how you f*ck up the plan
Ten toes on business I stand, record in the trap I be washing my hands
Remember the day I touched my first band, nine-years-old seen a m****r first hand
I'm roll up this one I'm not passing, model walk like she came straight from a pageant
I'm getting green like I play for St. Patrick, I make her wet gon need more than a napkin
I might cop a jet cause I swear I hate traffic, cars, clothes, hos having
Closed-toed Tegga swagging, came a long way from a fraction
This shit getting monumental, can't let it f*ck with my mental
Link up at the Intercontinental, tryna see all what you're into
She bragging to all of her friends too, but I cannot pay it no mind I get paid for my time
Heard she wanna f*ck with my campaign now, she can fall in line
Yeah
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
Yeah
I'm jamming out I'm tripping, I don't lace my kicks dawg
Yeah
New Bottega when I'm kicking shit, these not no flip-flops
Writer: Reign Watkins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid