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(That’s a good one, P)
Sak pase? Bring them racks, ándale
I’m connected through Chase and got pounds of this cake (Yeah)
West L.A. when I’m not in the A (West)
Ride a Benz six-tres and the gun metal gray (Yeah)
Pardon my wave, can’t get out of they way
And still all in they face, this shit really gon’ age (Really gon’ age)
Whippin’ the yacht, it remind me of a Wraith
Bought the Maybach in May, I got millions to make (Yeah)
Do you know what this shit take? (Do you?)
I had to start from the base (Yeah)
Go broke, you get out of place (Get out of pocket)
These niggas’ pockets deflated (Yeah)
More profit, you talkin’ my language (Yeah)
I’m toxic, I’m intoxicated (Yeah)
All timin’, they watchin’ surveillance (I see it)
Lil’ mommy gon’ drink it and drain it (Drain it)
I’m in UK, they speak all different language (Huh)
She said, “Merci beaucoup” when she thanked me (No joke)
Jump in the coupe, you can hear the gears changin’ (Skrrt)
Barely take off my top ’cause I’m famous
Walk how I talk, I don’t do no explainin’
Went back to my block ’cause my hood underrated (Yeah)
I went and got them rocks and they brighter than Vegas (Rock)
They add another dot, then I signed it and dated (Dot)
Sak pase? Bring them racks, ándale
I’m connected through Chase and got pounds of this cake (Yeah)
West L.A. when I’m not in the A (West)
Ride a Benz six-tres and the gun metal gray (Yeah)
Pardon my wave, can’t get out of they way
And still all in they face, this shit really gon’ age (Really gon’ age)
Whippin’ the yacht, it remind me of a Wraith
Bought the Maybach in May, I got millions to make (Yeah)
Wunna one-of-one and he rare (Yeah)
Stack up my T-shirts in layers (Yeah)
I peep out the cut like a glare (Yeah)
Them folks see Gun-Wunna and they stare
Barely got time, I keep M’s on my mind, havin’ multimillion-dollar meetings in the air (Multi)
Ho, stop lyin’, fucked the bro and that’s fine, I’m on P time, man, I got plenty to share (P)
Back in the day, used to rock the Gazelles (Yeah)
Gettin’ off that work, tryna make me a sale (Yeah)
What you gon’ do if you get in a jam? (Yeah)
Better send that Cash App the best way you can
They bring me through the back ’cause they know who I am
My skin look like glass like I been doin’ glam
I stashed me some cash, but don’t tell Uncle Sam
I’m hoppin’ out the Rolls, I’m still ringin’ bells
Sak pase? Bring them racks, ándale
I’m connected through Chase and got pounds of this cake (Yeah)
West L.A. when I’m not in the A (West)
Ride a Benz six-tres and the gun metal gray (Yeah)
Pardon my wave, can’t get out of they way
And still all in they face, this shit really gon’ age (Really gon’ age)
Whippin’ the yacht, it remind me of a Wraith
Bought the Maybach in May, I got millions to make (Yeah)
