I don came from the bottom Got a whole lotta cash… Got money in the bag…
She buy me Giuseppe, she tell me she love me… You cuffing her, choosing her, giving her money Why ya mad cause I came up? Say I wouldn’t make it fuck nigga i’m famous… Pull up in the Audi, the Rarri i’m racing No mo’ wearin Ralph Lauren Trap jumpin like Jordan… How many times I told yall I’m drinking that lean Out the bottle in the morning… Yung nigga I come from the hood Flex and finesse and I juug Rich nigga I made me a milli My momma she told me I would Red bottoms when I’m walking it’s a murder scene OG gas bags light green, Listerine I didn’t pass history But it don’t get to me Racking and stacking the currency… You love her, you give her yo card
Rockstar, pull up, no guitar I’m fucking yo bitch but you buying her cars I ride in that Phantom, a boss My neck and my wrist on glacier Paper and paper, i’m relay the mayor Shorty she know i’m a player Rich nigga in the club, throwin money in the air Broke niggas, just staring over there Pull up in a Rarri, but you riding on a spare I ain’t round no square You ain’t got bus fare By the way, these haters ain’t talm bout nothing I’m still getting hunnids In the mall with yo bitch I’m buying me something You still wearin pradas…