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They keep asking me how I'm coming, man
I keep telling 'em, man
I'm coming trim
We just touched down in Vegas
Know what I mean

Blew a bag in Vegas (I did)
100K painless (regular)
Back-to-back foreigns (skrr)
Gang coming dangerous
Real steppa, red bottoms
Bleeding on the pavement
Dinner in the sky
My assistant make arrangements
Bosses at the table
Rich nigga engagements
Dinner was amazing
Had to tip the waitress
Don't really carry cash, so it's AMEX when I pay shit (facts)
Platinum, it's a flex every time I make a payment
I'm working out and eating right
My body needed maintenance (ooh)
Got the Devil out me
God was the replacement
And my energy is green and my aura is contagious
And I don't really read, but I read body language
I tightened up my circle
I kicked out the weirdos
We leveled up, we went from the villains to the heroes
Trench baby, still be in the field like a scarecrow
And we stand on business, suit and tie like Sopranos
Shining from my wrist, to my neck, to my earlobes
I don't tuck my chain, no, never duckin' flame, no
I could have got his head, but I tell my shooters aim low
Karma is a bitch, so he still gon' feel that pain though
Just landed in the towns, Caddy truck making 'rounds
Shrimp and grits for lunch
Money meetings in the lounge
In the booth right now, that's my Cubans making sounds
Still love a thick bitch, but I only want her if she brown
And we back to making ooh-vies with a baddie in the two seat
Bitches on my body, but these niggas be the groupies
Man
I done changed my ways, now I'm praying for the goofies

Dear Lord
Please watch over these f*ck niggas
I could have put a hundred on his kufi
2024 Range, big body doofy
I don't wear Gucci (nah)
Mm mm, Rhude me
I'm the big red and every nigga with me goonie
Redlyfe

Hold on let me count the money
You know when I win
And I'ma win again
Keep asking on how I'm coming, man, I'm coming trim

Getting focused
Probably somewhere getting my pockets loaded
Locked and loaded
Just in case he think that I ain't scopin' (I see him)
Brody be like niggas watchin' (duh)
Like I ain't notice
I see the looks
I see the motion
I see all emotions
I see them niggas posted
But we posted too
I mean if it's an issue
And you official
What you wanna do?
Ain't got to brag about getting money
'Cause that's nothing new (facts)
Ain't got to brag about a smooch
Because she's just something to do (ooh)
But anyways what you doing, ma?
Umm, getting paid (hello?)
It's like why I gotta keep on talking
This uh, been explained
I don't never feel a way
That's why they feel a way
I put all my ops to shame
They should feel ashamed
How you went against the grain
You f*cking renegade (weirdo)
Be niggas with lying lips
Trying to speak your name
I remember when I didn't have it and I didn't complain
I just grabbed the car keys and I picked the lane

Got a shorty that I love
And I know she feel the same
I used to move on faster than I could flip a page
I get hoes because I'm smooth like when the liquor age
Don't be surprised if you see my on her finsta page (ooh)
Toss out the white forces when they get a stain
I been the shit
I bring the drip
Like I predicted rain
Champagne for the pain
Kush for the brain
Got forty-two racks on me, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid

Hold on, let me count the money
You know when I win
Then I'ma win again
Keep asking on how I'm coming, man, I'm coming, trim
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Trim

They keep asking me how I'm coming, man
I keep telling 'em, man
I'm coming trim
We just touched down in Vegas
Know what I mean

Blew a bag in Vegas (I did)
100K painless (regular)
Back-to-back foreigns (skrr)
Gang coming dangerous
Real steppa, red bottoms
Bleeding on the pavement
Dinner in the sky
My assistant make arrangements
Bosses at the table
Rich nigga engagements
Dinner was amazing
Had to tip the waitress
Don't really carry cash, so it's AMEX when I pay shit (facts)
Platinum, it's a flex every time I make a payment
I'm working out and eating right
My body needed maintenance (ooh)
Got the Devil out me
God was the replacement
And my energy is green and my aura is contagious
And I don't really read, but I read body language
I tightened up my circle
I kicked out the weirdos
We leveled up, we went from the villains to the heroes
Trench baby, still be in the field like a scarecrow
And we stand on business, suit and tie like Sopranos
Shining from my wrist, to my neck, to my earlobes
I don't tuck my chain, no, never duckin' flame, no
I could have got his head, but I tell my shooters aim low
Karma is a bitch, so he still gon' feel that pain though
Just landed in the towns, Caddy truck making 'rounds
Shrimp and grits for lunch
Money meetings in the lounge
In the booth right now, that's my Cubans making sounds
Still love a thick bitch, but I only want her if she brown
And we back to making ooh-vies with a baddie in the two seat
Bitches on my body, but these niggas be the groupies
Man
I done changed my ways, now I'm praying for the goofies

Dear Lord
Please watch over these f*ck niggas
I could have put a hundred on his kufi
2024 Range, big body doofy
I don't wear Gucci (nah)
Mm mm, Rhude me
I'm the big red and every nigga with me goonie
Redlyfe

Hold on let me count the money
You know when I win
And I'ma win again
Keep asking on how I'm coming, man, I'm coming trim

Getting focused
Probably somewhere getting my pockets loaded
Locked and loaded
Just in case he think that I ain't scopin' (I see him)
Brody be like niggas watchin' (duh)
Like I ain't notice
I see the looks
I see the motion
I see all emotions
I see them niggas posted
But we posted too
I mean if it's an issue
And you official
What you wanna do?
Ain't got to brag about getting money
'Cause that's nothing new (facts)
Ain't got to brag about a smooch
Because she's just something to do (ooh)
But anyways what you doing, ma?
Umm, getting paid (hello?)
It's like why I gotta keep on talking
This uh, been explained
I don't never feel a way
That's why they feel a way
I put all my ops to shame
They should feel ashamed
How you went against the grain
You f*cking renegade (weirdo)
Be niggas with lying lips
Trying to speak your name
I remember when I didn't have it and I didn't complain
I just grabbed the car keys and I picked the lane

Got a shorty that I love
And I know she feel the same
I used to move on faster than I could flip a page
I get hoes because I'm smooth like when the liquor age
Don't be surprised if you see my on her finsta page (ooh)
Toss out the white forces when they get a stain
I been the shit
I bring the drip
Like I predicted rain
Champagne for the pain
Kush for the brain
Got forty-two racks on me, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid

Hold on, let me count the money
You know when I win
Then I'ma win again
Keep asking on how I'm coming, man, I'm coming, trim
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Writer: Andrea Saporito, Franklyn Acevedo, Katorah Marrero, Matthew Jacobson
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