Red in my hair, baguettes in my pocket Had to run from 12 cause you know i had the rocket Fuck the police cant stop shit Cant catch me im the ginger-bread man, just stop it ooh Cut a pussy off like some split ends told him dont play with my dividends Lil ass peon, you just one outta many men One of a kind, boss like 50 out here drippin sauce, had to make my own recipe Smokin on green, aint talkin bout celery Like my hoes pure and exotic, my bitches top pedigree Spin down ya block, double back once i reload Livin my life, GTA with no cheat code Bomb on the beat, call it Nagasaki hot like wasabi, Saucy Gee makin speakers explode Drip like a sauna, ooh ooh The wonder who shot ya, who? who? Blood on my Jimmy Choo shoes This beat got me sick, achoo You.. play with the Sauce then you lose Ya bitch pullin up for a shmooze Lil mama yea She know the rules, hey Money in hand, then she kissin my pinky rang She sold that twat then robbed you for everythang Out here in Palm Bay, Im rockin ya diamond chains Come get it back boy, bang, we lettin them choppas swang Say yoy a thug, but ya singin, call ya Sisqo Out here breakin bitches for the cookies, no Nabisco My youngins movin scales like a fish at a disco Leanin, day dreamin, Wok Hardt in my Brisk hoe I keep the beam, please dont get squirrely Say you want smoke, turn ya ass to beef jerky Pop me a bean, Im up trappin early Yea my bars nuclear, now they callin me Fermi Cant leave the streets thats a part of me Wanna wife the hoe man hardly Out here bonin bitches, Ima thug, no i dont want the harmony Red in my hair, baguettes in my pocket Had to Run from 12 cause you know i had the rocket Fuck the police cant stop shit Cant catch me im the ginger-bread man, just stop it ooh Cut a pussy off like some split ends told him dont play with my dividends Lil ass peon, you just one outta many men One of a kind, boss like 50 out here drippin sauce, had to make my own recipe Smokin on green, i aint talkin bout celery Like my hoes pure and exotic, my bitches top pedigree drippin all this sauce its inevitable put this bad girl on a pedestal Big booty bitch and she flexible Dress her in red call that hoe Ms Incredible See them fuckboys thru my reticle Clean all my stains, spray em up with the chemicals Ima big dog, you a pup with no testicals before i was spittin, you where skeptical bout my money like im jewish, spin ya top like a dradle use to be the trap chef, whippin cookies with a ladle came out lookin real lavish, mean muggin out the cradle ya hoe bring me bread, she spread ya cheese on my bagel ayo esoteric rhymes like the great greek Plato moldin words around this beat like some playdo we dont gotta say doe, we dont really play doe summon up the demons we gonna have to snatch ya halo got that good aim, shootin out the Winnebago fly out to the plug, Gainesville to san diego international dreams, takin over like Nato Red in my hair, baguettes in my pocket Had to run from 12 cause you know i had the rocket Fuck the police cant stop shit Cant catch me im the ginger-bread man, just stop it ooh Cut a pussy off like some split ends told him dont play with my dividends Lil ass peon, you just one outta many men
I got it on smash They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (Woo, woo, woo, what?) I play with the money, I just might go snatch the Ghost (I just might go snatch the Ghost) I run through the check, But fuck it, the bag is close (Bag is close) I don't want the bitch, But fuck it, I had the ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!) I made a hundred thousand In the same clothes (Same clothes) I drop a whole quarter, Now my neck froze (Neck froze, ice) Rich Forever, Put my team on (My team on) Think I'm still trappin', I got four phones Niggas is cap for real Ain't seen a half a mill My bitch ass thick So real (So real) I was trappin' to Pay the bills (Woo) Money long need to Pick-up truck (Pick-up-trunk) Lotta hundreds You can't pick 'em up Gotta make sure My niggas rich (Rich) In the Tesla but I had to switch Niggas fraud, Really counterfeit (Counterfeit) Flip her over then She do a split They was lying but I'm really rich She be lying you Can't trust the bitch Want the money yeah The check that's it (That's it) Rubber bands all Around my wrist Broke niggas they Ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Shit) I was broke, had to Hit that lick (Lick) I'm thinkin' 'bout the Wraith, I just might go snatch the Ghost I'm all into Forbes I ain't gotta brag no more (Ain't gotta brag) She give me top At the red light (Red light) She get a bag if the head right Cuban links nigga iced out Pinky ring that's a lighthouse They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (Woo, woo, woo, what?) I play with the money, I just might go snatch the Ghost (I just might go snatch the Ghost) I run through the check, But fuck it, The bag is close (Bag is close) I don't want the bitch, But fuck it, I had the ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!) I made a hundred thousand In the same clothes (Same clothes) I drop a whole quarter, Now my neck froze (Neck froze, ice) Rich Forever, Put my team on (My team on) Think I'm still trappin', I got four phones Nigga the block is hot (Hot) My niggas they trap a lot (Trap) My bitch got the ass out (Ass out) Fuck her, she tap out My money don't max out (Max out) What is the cap about? These niggas they cap a lot I'm dropping the top on spot She ain't tryna fuck, Then she get kicked out Niggas keep talkin' They gon' get x-ed out Mama said don't have My house trapped out Got a little foreign, 'Bout to blow the back out Too many shows, packed-out He keep talkin' He can bring the racks out New Lamb, now I'm About to back out Want a Porsche But that shit was sold out Run a lil check, There's no more relaxin' I brought the Rich, You bought the Rollie Bitch probably lyin', Said she don't know me I wanna ball like Better than Kobe 100 racks, blue cheese That's on me We ain't friends, No you're not my homie Rich Forever we got tall racks Broke bitch better fall back (Lil bitch) They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (Woo, woo, woo, what?) I play with the money, I just might go snatch the Ghost (I just might go snatch the Ghost) I run through the check, but fuck it, The bag is close (Bag is close) I don't want the bitch, but fuck it, I had the ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!) I made a hundred thousand In the same clothes (Same clothes) I drop a whole quarter, Now my neck froze (Neck froze, ice) Rich Forever, Put my team on (My team on) Think I'm still trappin', I got four phones
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Wannnnnn Shhhhhhit mane ✌🏽✌🏽✌🏽✌🏽✌🏽✌🏽😎
hard 💯
📝📝📝📝👏👏👏👏thanks @183realchance💯💯 this has been on repeat for most of the morning 🔊🔊
Melody clean asf🔥
Red in my hair, baguettes in my pocket
Had to run from 12 cause you know i had the rocket
Fuck the police cant stop shit
Cant catch me im the ginger-bread man, just stop it ooh
Cut a pussy off like some split ends
told him dont play with my dividends
Lil ass peon, you just one outta many men
One of a kind, boss like 50
out here drippin sauce, had to make my own recipe
Smokin on green, aint talkin bout celery
Like my hoes pure and exotic, my bitches top pedigree
Spin down ya block, double back once i reload
Livin my life, GTA with no cheat code
Bomb on the beat, call it Nagasaki
hot like wasabi, Saucy Gee makin speakers explode
Drip like a sauna, ooh ooh
The wonder who shot ya, who? who?
Blood on my Jimmy Choo shoes
This beat got me sick, achoo
You.. play with the Sauce then you lose
Ya bitch pullin up for a shmooze
Lil mama yea She know the rules, hey
Money in hand, then she kissin my pinky rang
She sold that twat then robbed you for everythang
Out here in Palm Bay, Im rockin ya diamond chains
Come get it back boy, bang, we lettin them choppas swang
Say yoy a thug, but ya singin, call ya Sisqo
Out here breakin bitches for the cookies, no Nabisco
My youngins movin scales like a fish at a disco
Leanin, day dreamin, Wok Hardt in my Brisk hoe
I keep the beam, please dont get squirrely
Say you want smoke, turn ya ass to beef jerky
Pop me a bean, Im up trappin early
Yea my bars nuclear, now they callin me Fermi
Cant leave the streets thats a part of me
Wanna wife the hoe man hardly
Out here bonin bitches, Ima thug, no i dont want the harmony
Red in my hair, baguettes in my pocket
Had to Run from 12 cause you know i had the rocket
Fuck the police cant stop shit
Cant catch me im the ginger-bread man, just stop it ooh
Cut a pussy off like some split ends
told him dont play with my dividends
Lil ass peon, you just one outta many men
One of a kind, boss like 50
out here drippin sauce, had to make my own recipe
Smokin on green, i aint talkin bout celery
Like my hoes pure and exotic, my bitches top pedigree
drippin all this sauce its inevitable
put this bad girl on a pedestal
Big booty bitch and she flexible
Dress her in red call that hoe Ms Incredible
See them fuckboys thru my reticle
Clean all my stains, spray em up with the chemicals
Ima big dog, you a pup with no testicals
before i was spittin, you where skeptical
bout my money like im jewish, spin ya top like a dradle
use to be the trap chef, whippin cookies with a ladle
came out lookin real lavish, mean muggin out the cradle
ya hoe bring me bread, she spread ya cheese on my bagel
ayo
esoteric rhymes like the great greek Plato
moldin words around this beat like some playdo
we dont gotta say doe, we dont really play doe
summon up the demons we gonna have to snatch ya halo
got that good aim, shootin out the Winnebago
fly out to the plug, Gainesville to san diego
international dreams, takin over like Nato
Red in my hair, baguettes in my pocket
Had to run from 12 cause you know i had the rocket
Fuck the police cant stop shit
Cant catch me im the ginger-bread man, just stop it ooh
Cut a pussy off like some split ends
told him dont play with my dividends
Lil ass peon, you just one outta many men
Cuz let do it hop on bandlad we about 2 rip this bitch
Hell ya that shit goes hard af ya feel it in ur back A-1 my nigga keep dancin them fingers brotha....💯💯💯🤟🤟🤟
I got you fam appreciate you 💯
I got it on smash
They know I got cash,
I ain't gotta brag no more
(Woo, woo, woo, what?)
I play with the money,
I just might go snatch the Ghost
(I just might go snatch the Ghost)
I run through the check,
But fuck it, the bag is close
(Bag is close)
I don't want the bitch,
But fuck it, I had the ho
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand
In the same clothes
(Same clothes)
I drop a whole quarter,
Now my neck froze (Neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever,
Put my team on (My team on)
Think I'm still trappin',
I got four phones
Niggas is cap for real
Ain't seen a half a mill
My bitch ass thick
So real (So real)
I was trappin' to
Pay the bills (Woo)
Money long need to
Pick-up truck (Pick-up-trunk)
Lotta hundreds
You can't pick 'em up
Gotta make sure
My niggas rich (Rich)
In the Tesla but
I had to switch
Niggas fraud,
Really counterfeit
(Counterfeit)
Flip her over then
She do a split
They was lying but
I'm really rich
She be lying you
Can't trust the bitch
Want the money yeah
The check that's it
(That's it)
Rubber bands all
Around my wrist
Broke niggas they
Ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Shit)
I was broke, had to
Hit that lick (Lick)
I'm thinkin' 'bout the Wraith,
I just might go snatch the Ghost
I'm all into Forbes
I ain't gotta brag no more
(Ain't gotta brag)
She give me top
At the red light (Red light)
She get a bag if the head right
Cuban links nigga iced out
Pinky ring that's a lighthouse
They know I got cash,
I ain't gotta brag no more
(Woo, woo, woo, what?)
I play with the money,
I just might go snatch the Ghost
(I just might go snatch the Ghost)
I run through the check,
But fuck it,
The bag is close (Bag is close)
I don't want the bitch,
But fuck it,
I had the ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand
In the same clothes
(Same clothes)
I drop a whole quarter,
Now my neck froze
(Neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever,
Put my team on (My team on)
Think I'm still trappin',
I got four phones
Nigga the block is hot (Hot)
My niggas they trap a lot (Trap)
My bitch got the ass out (Ass out)
Fuck her, she tap out
My money don't max out
(Max out)
What is the cap about?
These niggas they cap a lot
I'm dropping the top on spot
She ain't tryna fuck,
Then she get kicked out
Niggas keep talkin'
They gon' get x-ed out
Mama said don't have
My house trapped out
Got a little foreign,
'Bout to blow the back out
Too many shows, packed-out
He keep talkin'
He can bring the racks out
New Lamb, now I'm
About to back out
Want a Porsche
But that shit was sold out
Run a lil check,
There's no more relaxin'
I brought the Rich,
You bought the Rollie
Bitch probably lyin',
Said she don't know me
I wanna ball like
Better than Kobe
100 racks, blue cheese
That's on me
We ain't friends,
No you're not my homie
Rich Forever we got tall racks
Broke bitch better fall back (Lil bitch)
They know I got cash,
I ain't gotta brag no more
(Woo, woo, woo, what?)
I play with the money,
I just might go snatch the Ghost
(I just might go snatch the Ghost)
I run through the check, but fuck it,
The bag is close (Bag is close)
I don't want the bitch, but fuck it,
I had the ho
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand
In the same clothes (Same clothes)
I drop a whole quarter,
Now my neck froze
(Neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever,
Put my team on (My team on)
Think I'm still trappin',
I got four phones
I was jugging jugging I’m sorry I was out juggin