I got two sticks on me bitch (chase the money, chase the money)
I can't let a nigga split my shit
I just turnt up and got rich, yeah, fell in love with these sticks
You'll never catch me in no Ricks
My wrist lit, Audemars Piguet up on my shit
Two-tone Patek froze, Urus truck swole
And my pockets swole (Double R, Bird Business, brr)
Sliding in a four-door, I just turnt up on my ex hoe
I just bought Kayb a pole, I'm turnt up at his show
I'm like, "Motherfuck the PO", dicks watching us like its HBO
Neck on froze, wrist on froze, H2O
I can't trust no hoe, drop my partner? Ain't how it go (go)
Got my wrist on froze, rocking out my show with a dirty pole
And my niggas take watches, acting like the Grinch, taking they stones
I'm in love with the Roxy, I can feel 30 mgs through my bones
Double cup filled with toxins, I been eating on that good-good teriyaki
I'm finna cook, hibachi, Mike Amiri my jŠµans, don't do Versace
Bitch, I just dropped a deposit
I'm still the same young nigga, dropped outta college
And bitch I just do what I'm 'posed to, sipping good-good drank, I ain't got a coaster
I'm the one having the motion
Big ass fucking rod ain't got no holster
You in my swag bad, bitch, you stole it
I got a rod with no fucking holster
Driving that fast in the Tesla Roadster
This bitch keep asking me, "Just come over"
She want me slanging dick all on the sofa
I'm rocking number nine, not rock no Gosha)
You niggas faking, these niggas impostors
Free my dawgs out the cut, nigga, free Sosa
Bitch, I got 20 pointers in my choker
Don't let that Draco slump you over
I'm in the stu', I'm focused and I'm loaded
She see my Audemars Piguet, she noticed
I pick that pistol up and get to toting
I got my millions up, lil' bitch, I'm chosen
I'm in the Maybach, nodding off, dozing
I'ma let the K knock a noggin open
I'm on some presidential shit, but I don't be voting
PMO snatched his chain, that's a trophy
Holy, holy, hold that nose, boy
You need to hold the nose 'fore I get your ass busted up
And murdered, come through the section and just swerve
Leaving his brains on the curb
I fly with the birds, yeah, that's what you heard?
Then you heard right, my niggas in the can with their fucking knife, they ain't got no pipes
Take one of us, take two of yours then we get life (yeah, yeah)
We ain't making shit right
I got two sticks on me bitch, I can't let a nigga split my shit
I just turnt up and got rich, yeah, fell in love with these sticks
You'll never catch me in no Ricks
My wrist lit, Audemars Piguet up on my shit
Two-tone Patek froze, Urus truck swole
And my pockets swole (Double R, Bird Business, brr)
Sliding in a four-door, I just turnt up on my ex ho
I just bought Kayb a pole, I'm turnt up at his show
I'm like, "Motherfuck the PO", dicks watching us like it's HBO
Neck on froze, wrist on froze, H2O
I can't trust no hoe, drop my partner? Ain't how it go (go)
Chase the money, chase the money
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