I pull up, baby, its magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, its crackin
I pull up with them things, you know its a tragic
His bitch all up on my thing, you know its the fabric
I pulled up blingin, you know its the jewels
Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body, this shit give me flus
All this ice on my body, all this ice on my body
All this money in my pocket make hoes do the nasty nasty
She got right to the topping, Ima put her out probably
I was screamin, Cowabunga, cause her head so fuckin gnarly
Then I got right to the paper, right to the paper
Im a paper chaser, gotta run, Ill see you later
Im a Rastafari, I dont need a taper
I dont crap out, bitch, I dont need a favor
I pull up, baby, its magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, its crackin
I pull up with them things, you know its a tragic
His bitch all up on my thing, you know its the fabric
I pulled up blingin, you know its the jewels
Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body, this shit give me flus
I got niggas thats gon shoot for me, bitches thats gon go for me
Bitches goin locally, bitches goin globally
Bitches think they Aiko, gotta suck my groceries
Bitches think Im Geico, do I look like a chameleon?
Cant wait to be a billionaire, wanna be a trillionaire
I aint no fuckin wannabe, I wanna be my damn self
Im gonna be a trillionaire, Im gonna be a billionaire
She like, Chief Sosa, where you goin? Im goin to be a billionaire
I pull up, baby, its magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, its crackin
I pull up with them things, you know its a tragic
His bitch all up on my thing, you know its the fabric
I pulled up blingin, you know its the jewels
Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body, this shit give me flus
I pull up, baby, its magic
I hop up out the car, niggas talk, its crackin
I pull up with them things, you know its a tragic
His bitch all up on my thing, you know its the fabric
I pulled up blingin, you know its the jewels
Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues
Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes
All this ice on my body, this shit give me flus