I’m getting tall, I’m getting clouded You talking money Then you know I’m all about it I never fake it nigga Never doubt it Bitches love me Cause they know I’m all about it
If I go ghost like Pat Swazey My girl would lose it Demi Moore The pussy good I’ll tell her give me more Then it’s back to money I need plenty more I get better every verse Get immersed nigga Stand back and watch The young god work nigga With the flow I could really go and murk niggas And lay em’ 6ft deep in the dirt nigga Ugh Fuck a co-sign I got A1 credit Flow so sick A nigga might need medic I…smoke OG nigga No home grown lettuce Why would I stress lord? I’m the best lord Fuck a set back Nigga step foward Wear Jordan’s so much I need a check for it
I’m getting tall, I’m getting clouded You talking money Then you know I’m all about it I never fake it nigga Never doubt it Bitches love me Cause they know I’m all about it
Vanilla dutches, vanilla bitch Smoking swisher sweets With my sweidish bitch The Kush sweeter than swedish fish I could elevate you If you need the trip Known worldwide You only coast to coast I’m that nigga You suppose know The flow too cold Like the poconos I’m drugs to ears Don’t overdose I came up Got my change up Same me, more paper Less friends, more haters But fuck all that I need more paper I strike quick Like lighting thunder… I got a lions hunger I’m kill it while I’m here I can’t lie and wonder I’m go hard until A nigga lying under, gone!
I’m getting tall, I’m getting clouded You talking money Then you know I’m all about it I never fake it nigga Never doubt it Bitches love me Cause they know I’m all about it