Letras
Sonny, you killed this (what? What?)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
I pulled up in a tank, all white like the Pope (yeah)
She wanna go on a date, I just count my dough (let's go)
Ten racks on my jeans, hunnid for the coat (what?)
Yeah, Rick Owens on my feet
I can't talk to brokes (I can't what? Turn up)
Count the racks (yeah, stack it up), smoke my dope (yeah, yeah)
Actavis (yeah, yeah)
I'm a G.O.A.T. (I'm a G.O.A.T., yeah)
Stay ten toes (what? Let's go)
I don't fold (I don't fold)
Semi-tucked (yeah)
I'm a G.O.A.T. (okay, yeah)
I'm in a Lamb' (okay, skrrt)
I'm in a Rove' (yeah)
I'm pushing my weight (yeah, yeah)
I feel like I'm chosen (yeah, yeah)
Count bands in the briefcase (yeah, yeah)
It stack to my shoulder (yeah, yeah)
Pop me a bean (what, what?)
I can't even focus (yeah, yeah)
You can't tell me shit (nah)
I'ma go buy your bitch (what?)
Take a lil' trip (yeah)
I fuck that bitch (yeah, what?)
Putting racks on the head, yeah
My pants, they flooded, yeah (they flooded)
I ain't worried 'bout a bitch
I ain't trippin' (I ain't worried 'bout her)
Your ho, she get a lil' visit (okay, what?)
You can't tell me shit (nah)
I'ma go buy your bitch (what?)
Take a lil' trip (yeah)
I fuck that bitch (yeah, what?)
Putting racks on the head, yeah (yeah)
My pants, they flooded, yeah (yeah)
I ain't worried bout a bitch, I ain't trippin' (yeah)
Your hoe, she get a lil' visit (slatt)
I pulled up in a tank, all white like the Pope
She wanna go on a date
I just count my dough (let's go)
Ten racks on my jeans, hunnid for the coat (what?)
Yeah, Rick Owens on my feet, I can't talk to brokes
(I can't what? Turn up)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can't talk to brokes (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can't talk to brokes
Ten racks on my jeans, hunnid for the coat (a coat)
Yeah, Rick Owens on my feet
I can't talk to brokes (can't talk to brokes)
