Pull up on a beat I might just blast off
I be driving through the streets like its a Nascar
All these pussy bitches fake I take they mask off
If they hating on my shit I might just blast off
Cash at my feet
It's all that I see
It's all that I need yeah
It's all that I need
You f*cking with me
Now you can't breathe
Now you can't read yeah
Now you can't read
The money and the power is the only thing I want
You can hear it in my songs you could feel it in bones yeah
She be up in it, she be up in it
She be up and then she f*ck and then she running on my block
Pull on the beat I park my car then I skeet
All over your wifeys jeans, wake up a then I repeat
It's always the same routine, you know I'm stacking this cream
You know I'm flapping my wings, from smoking all of this green
Yeah these pussies think I'm different I'm a rare breed
They f*cking with my beat yeah that shit bear heat
Play my track up in the club the people stare me
Now they know my f*cking name they tryna tear me yeah
Now you know my name you wanna tare me down
But your life's a joke you're like a f*cking clown
Me and Trixx run shit like we Escobar
Try to hit but you miss cause we set the bar
So high, ain't nobody gonna reach it
No lie, everybody wanna be this
But I, work harder to achieve it
I know, we gon' make it believe it so for now
It's blast off, like it's Nascar
Take off in a fast car
Switch lanes, when I meet lames, I'm insane
You don't wanna know what's going on inside my brain
Hit the nos then I skirt off far away from all this bullshit
Yeah get money stay focused
They love to hate yeah I noticed
This life I live yeah I chose it
So it's get the money stay focused
Better let me shine it's my moment
Pull up on a beat I might just blast off
I be driving through the streets like its a Nascar
All these pussy bitches fake I take they mask off
If they hating on my shit I might just blast off
Flex these diamonds on my wrist that you can't pay for
They hating on my shit it's what I'm made for
It's okay these bitches lacking I get paid more
All this money in my hand I wanna make more yeah
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Pull up on a beat I might just blast off
I be driving through the streets like its a Nascar
All these pussy bitches fake I take they mask off
If they hating on my shit I might just blast off
Cash at my feet
It's all that I see
It's all that I need yeah
It's all that I need
You f*cking with me
Now you can't breathe
Now you can't read yeah
Now you can't read
The money and the power is the only thing I want
You can hear it in my songs you could feel it in bones yeah
She be up in it, she be up in it
She be up and then she f*ck and then she running on my block
Pull on the beat I park my car then I skeet
All over your wifeys jeans, wake up a then I repeat
It's always the same routine, you know I'm stacking this cream
You know I'm flapping my wings, from smoking all of this green
Yeah these pussies think I'm different I'm a rare breed
They f*cking with my beat yeah that shit bear heat
Play my track up in the club the people stare me
Now they know my f*cking name they tryna tear me yeah
Now you know my name you wanna tare me down
But your life's a joke you're like a f*cking clown
Me and Trixx run shit like we Escobar
Try to hit but you miss cause we set the bar
So high, ain't nobody gonna reach it
No lie, everybody wanna be this
But I, work harder to achieve it
I know, we gon' make it believe it so for now
It's blast off, like it's Nascar
Take off in a fast car
Switch lanes, when I meet lames, I'm insane
You don't wanna know what's going on inside my brain
Hit the nos then I skirt off far away from all this bullshit
Yeah get money stay focused
They love to hate yeah I noticed
This life I live yeah I chose it
So it's get the money stay focused
Better let me shine it's my moment
Pull up on a beat I might just blast off
I be driving through the streets like its a Nascar
All these pussy bitches fake I take they mask off
If they hating on my shit I might just blast off
Flex these diamonds on my wrist that you can't pay for
They hating on my shit it's what I'm made for
It's okay these bitches lacking I get paid more
All this money in my hand I wanna make more yeah
I be driving through the streets like its a Nascar
All these pussy bitches fake I take they mask off
If they hating on my shit I might just blast off
Cash at my feet
It's all that I see
It's all that I need yeah
It's all that I need
You f*cking with me
Now you can't breathe
Now you can't read yeah
Now you can't read
The money and the power is the only thing I want
You can hear it in my songs you could feel it in bones yeah
She be up in it, she be up in it
She be up and then she f*ck and then she running on my block
Pull on the beat I park my car then I skeet
All over your wifeys jeans, wake up a then I repeat
It's always the same routine, you know I'm stacking this cream
You know I'm flapping my wings, from smoking all of this green
Yeah these pussies think I'm different I'm a rare breed
They f*cking with my beat yeah that shit bear heat
Play my track up in the club the people stare me
Now they know my f*cking name they tryna tear me yeah
Now you know my name you wanna tare me down
But your life's a joke you're like a f*cking clown
Me and Trixx run shit like we Escobar
Try to hit but you miss cause we set the bar
So high, ain't nobody gonna reach it
No lie, everybody wanna be this
But I, work harder to achieve it
I know, we gon' make it believe it so for now
It's blast off, like it's Nascar
Take off in a fast car
Switch lanes, when I meet lames, I'm insane
You don't wanna know what's going on inside my brain
Hit the nos then I skirt off far away from all this bullshit
Yeah get money stay focused
They love to hate yeah I noticed
This life I live yeah I chose it
So it's get the money stay focused
Better let me shine it's my moment
Pull up on a beat I might just blast off
I be driving through the streets like its a Nascar
All these pussy bitches fake I take they mask off
If they hating on my shit I might just blast off
Flex these diamonds on my wrist that you can't pay for
They hating on my shit it's what I'm made for
It's okay these bitches lacking I get paid more
All this money in my hand I wanna make more yeah
Writer: Anthony Pereira, Tristan Resendes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid