Yea I told that bitch get out my face I got a glock, I got a stick, you run up, imma spray
Bitch if you think I'm playin' we turn you into fish filet
All my diamonds on me, yeah they wet just like the lake
And I've been rockin' all my vans, yeah these niggas think I skate

Bitch I don't really love you, no bitch I don't really wanna date
If my niggas catch a homi, yeah we flyin' outta state
I done made a million in a year, I think this my fate
Pull up to your fuckin' block, and yeah we shoot it up today

I just got a passport to Paris, I feel like Mary Kate
Pull up to Paris Fashion Week, yeah I think I'm gon' be late
That boy just said he broke, well you know I just can't relate
Yeah I've been countin' on my bands since I was the age of eight

No I ain't never had to steal, you know I just gotta create
I remember all the times where I had nothin' on my plate
People say I gon' be great, pull up to the heaven gates
Bitch you know I never wait

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Writer(s): Cameron Turner