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Intro

Yeah

We up in the sky with the racks

Whole gang on some other stuff

T-U-R-B-O

Yeah we geeked out his mind

Verse 1

She pull up and she sit on my face for a minute

Bout twenty racks tucked in the denim

Pockets fat

Looking like I got some heavy venom in 'em

Bad lil bitch and she sucking my toes

Yeah

Rolling out the lot in a brand new Rolls

I am the boss I am the king of the floor

She call me daddy and ask me for more

Yeah

Bentley truck outside I am counting up the dough

I told her baby girl move fast not slow

She swallowed it up like a pro

Pre-Chorus

Mixing the yellow with purple in plastic

Pull up and stretching the money elastic

Everything I do is really just drastic

We up and we gone

Chorus

Choppin it up with a hoe like that shit karate

Punching the gas and I'm whipping the rari

Pulling out threads like a custom safari

Cutting through the street like a surgical blade

Shuffling the deck and I’m making the trade

Post-Chorus

We up now

We up now

Luh crank

Luh crank

I got it

I got it

Verse 2

I want a bitch with some big old milkers

(Yeah)

Wearing all black like I'm hunting some filchers

(Go)

Buying her bags and I'm buying her filters

I got the tonka it's hitting a wheelie

Everything frozen and everything chilly

(Freezing)

Put a hundred mill on my soul that is silly

Diamonds they dance and they jumping like fleas

Give her a check and she get on her knees

Bitches and birds and the birds and the bees

Pre-Chorus

Mixing the yellow with purple in plastic

Pull up and stretching the money elastic

Everything I do is really just drastic

We up and we gone

Chorus

Choppin it up with a hoe like that shit karate

Punching the gas and I'm whipping the rari

Pulling out threads like a custom safari

Cutting through the street like a surgical blade

Shuffling the deck and I’m making the trade

Guitar Solo

Beat Switch

Freestyle

Yeah

Bridge

(Woah)

Long hair don't care hanging out of the drop

I was just chilling and waiting to pop

Like I'm Scott Pilgrim I'm fighting your ex

Hitting the button and making 'em flex

See the transition like a transformer

Running the world from the back of the corner

I'm at the top like the steeple

Watching over all of my people

Woah

Looking at me I'm the goat

Got a gold chain round my throat

Feeling like Luffy I'm steering the boat

Floating in air I'm a ghost

Stay in the clouds like a host

Turning them up like a roast

Counting these blues until I go crazy

Rocking the jewels I'm never feeling lazy

I stay with the stars I'm feeling like Kirby

Running the track and I'm getting it dirty

Chorus

Choppin it up with a hoe like that shit karate

Punching the gas and I'm whipping the rari

Pulling out threads like a custom safari

Cutting through the street like a surgical blade

Shuffling the deck and I’m making the trade

Chorus

Choppin it up with a hoe like that shit karate

Punching the gas and I'm whipping the rari

Pulling out threads like a custom safari

Cutting through the street like a surgical blade

Shuffling the deck and I’m making the trade

Outro

Yeah

Uzi

The hair long

The money long

Eternal

Geeked up

Woah

Out of this world

Yeah

Out