Facts

I don't know what being a billionaire feel like, but I guarantee it feel like this

Love

35 bands and stacks, I read the prints of Smokeback, I throw blades at the gas, just pass

at the thing like dash, I believe in the bitch that's facts, never leaving the bitch,

I'll be teaching the bitch, she can take the leave while I'm back, 45 on my hip big

size, don't ask me shit bitch, I'm high, she said it from up all the time, I said

bitches is sun in sky, she ain't never got a look at the sky, she look at this guy,

I ever put this guy, my nigga don't get the brand fast and shit, he's a bitch, he's

a fuckin' paladipus, came up with the error matchups, now it's high-effects, she's shirt

tax and shit, once my money get the loop, poor a shower's ace, boogie, I was so happy

shit, I came up being laws big, cause we're ain't out to see her go, so nice and shit,

I be diggin' ball grand, she know this, hell a big rock, a sharp face and shit, I ain't

tryna sound a fuckin' grand, that's $10, I was going to get some candy shit, put it

rich man a blah blah, who you think, tell them who you think the man's is, who is slavery,

you think the master is, only money that could heal these damages, I just got days y'all

blue while rapping and shit, I'm supposed to be here, my nigga put everything on

on line when he walk, he's supposed to be fear, said never let the cockroaches in, this

shit ain't supposed to be fear, what size, two size, two size, two size, my nigga called

the dirty with the M5, but there ain't no fuckin' good life, we just turn our only

fans in the only bands I would lie to you, I don't talk too much by my little niggas,

he won't ever knew you, saying close to about three days, but my pockets hit a motherfucking

grew up, I make sure I look niggas, he'd forlabe me on from my fuck school lunch, uh, two

size, two size, two size, two size, pay homage, my nigga, you ain't even know how to move

if it wasn't for us, who the can, yo big bro, you would think yo pops through my net

and I'd tell us, ain't motivation with the loaves of bread, so ain't takin' on my fucking

crumbs, I was on in the pitch crib with the full core, ain't takin' no slums, man bitch

your money mission, unless you finish drippin', she ain't takin' no ones, I got direct

ties to the bouncer I said, you can't take it no gun, matter of fact, me and my niggas

used to play football with the owner's son, so that's when you see us, it's for sure

a little bit extra love, how naive of me as a young and a thing, we would get extra

up, how naive of me as a young and a thing, hey, thirty bands of my pop, big shit,

bitch, shit, you would think we was rich, I'm in front of the rich, call turn on the back

more like the first king's sins, I can't wait to explain to my son, he's making us

whatever, I can't wait to explain to my son, he's making us