[by:特拉普格尔]
作曲 : Radric Davis/Christopher N'quay Rosser/Dominique Jones
作词 : Radric Davis/Christopher N'quay Rosser/Dominique Jones
Cook that **** up, Quay
Bling blaow, Bling blaow
This **** will make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made them open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough so I don't even wanna hit
***** tailing out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up saying I'm done *****
Gucci on that done ****, so wealthy that my son rich (yeah)
Hop out that new Maybach like I come from paper
You've been cuffin' ******* you a super saver
My boy already rich he got my future paper
We just parked a Wraith inside a elevator
Tootsie on Tuesday in a private room making a movie
I got some ****s with me getting groovy,
We at the top floor in a jacuzzi
Roll with some hot boys like I'm Juvy
I'm on that dumb **** like Gucci
I spent twenty-six thousand in Gucci
Go ask about me this **** ain't no news
I got money before it was music
I don't drink, I don't sip, I abuse it
How I did what I did got 'em clueless
Think these Adderalls got me all loosey
Got your ***** on my drip, she been choosy
She been shakin' me out I've been movin'
So much money its getting confusin'
Only winning ain't doing no losing
This **** will make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made them open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough so I don't even wanna hit
***** tailing out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up saying I'm done *****
Gucci on that done ****, so wealthy that my son rich (yeah)
Show me that ***** cat cause El Gato got cat wrist
Shoota got that rocket on 'em, call him James Harden
We be straight ballin', wet t-shirt contest
Top off, colors of the coupe call it Sunkist
I be goin hard on them, I'm on that Lil Pump ****
I don't even know how my money got so retarded
(Trap god) Gucci sandals on like I was Jesus
***** fine as Kim K and these are not Yeezy's
This **** will make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made them open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough so I don't even wanna hit
***** tailing out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up saying I'm done *****
Gucci on that done ****, so wealthy that my son rich (yeah)
Lil baby