Trilldeal - Gleam Lyrics

Designer belt hold the jeans and the 40 with the beam
Got your bitch by my side she ain't f*cking with you lames
OEB it be the gang and you know we chasing cream
Valentino on my feet match balenciaga jeans

I'm that dope boy
I be flexed up in a rolls Royce
You already know boy these pistols these ain't no toys
I been ballin out I don't conversate with broke boys
Walk into that bitch and I'm buying out the whole store

Everybody wanna be like me
Trill young nigga repping for my whole damn team
Big bags full of money all my niggas gon eat
Body bagged if a nigga ever stepping to me

Rich shit
Murdered whip
Riding round with a stick
Bad bitch hella thick
And she sucking the dick
You can't step to me boy I be running this shit
You might take a chance get a hole in your shit

Everyday wake up and I gotta chase a bag
Spend it in a day we ain't ever checking tags
Brand new Porsche gotta take it to the drag
Brand new bitch and she better than my last

So much money we be raking up the cash
So much money niggas think we robbed a bank
I been up long days trynna make it happen
Eyes blood red from the smoke that I been passing

Why you hate me cus the shit that I do
Got a room full of hoes and you the bitch in the room
Get em mad when I come and I go speaking the truth
Skrt off in the foreign while I'm chunking the duece
You wanna talk down boy get your name on a tomb
Got my eyes real low while I'm sipping the juice
Got my music real loud when I'm bumping the screw
You ain't got my respect I ain't f*cking with you