(Kim J with the heat)
(LC)

Uh, look
Now a days my money longer than Pinocchio nose
I remember when we used to fold, fold
I gotta hunnid ways to get the dough
Trick a nigga out his jewelry, boy, you been a ho
R.I.P my nigga Pat from the N.O
I just gotta stay strapped that's my M.O
I ain't never learn how to adapt around no weirdo
We gone turn yo' big homie bitch into a widow
If you ain't gone let me get my rocks off what you here fo'?
Cross a nigga like hot sauce for a kilo
Last chain that a nigga bought was a kilo
Fell in love with strip club 'cause of Kilo, huh, nasty dime
They said they want smoke, why you askin' for cancer?
Pull up in a Ghost, I nicknamed this bitch Casper
You ain't never sold soap but you claim you a trapper
Every opp ho I done had her
Someone stickin' dick in her bladder
See a Crown Vic' we skedaddle
See a opp bitch we get active
Hit a top pick, we gone draft him
Nah, I ain't gotta get up outta character
Dope money, show money, slow money better than no money
Now I gotta closet full of old money
Used to be my dog now you dissin' nigga's so funny
I was gone let that shit live, but you know what?
They said we hit up they crib, nigga, so what?
I pull up in all types of whips and you know it
It ain't none to get a nigga zipped and you know it
That stick got some tits on that bitch and it's goin'
Name a strain off yo' home boy
All that pain I got no heart
We put K's in our Goyard
Cartier frames, I look so smart
First day she came I got brain, that bitch so smart
Drive a hurricane in the rain like a go-kart
Fuck her 'til she came, on the gang I'ma porn star
Look never used to own star, I know that I'm goin' far
Never used the long shot, I wet her like a lone shark on land
Tell me why these niggas quick to show they hand
Once you crossed the line, then that's where you stand
I got murder on my mind I'm just sayin', but I'm tryna get rich as I can
I can't be trippin' off bitches I had
When that money came in, it got good, it got bad
If it ain't about a dollar, my daughter, my son, my mom, my pops then miss me with that
Look, I just got that Cullinan, got my seat back
I wanna see my brother win, best believe that, huh
Where the cheese at? Fettuccini
I said get a nigga whacked, they ain't even see that comin'
Tried to tell them niggas Wish Me Well 3 comin'
I tried to tell them niggas Wish Me Well 3 comin', yeah
Bitch

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Writer(s): Jaehyun Kim, Luke D. Clay, Rayshawn L. Bennett