(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)
Caught for a gun
Judge might say it’s a RICO ’cause you was a part of them
I’m from the slums, I’m with the shorties who rob and they gave me a Cartier
I’m with them ones, she on the block with a gun, don’t know where the Barbie is
I’m from the mud, shorty be showin’ me songs, I tell him how hard he is
I’m sippin’ that lean again, on bro, I don’t need a friend
Perc’ 30, don’t need a 10
You broke, they’ll leave again
Boss bitch, don’t need a man
G-Wagon for both of the twins
Why you mad I got motion again?
And I’m goated, promote revenge
He ain’t turnt no more, ain’t no way I can run out of monеy
He ain’t turnt no more, hit up cell to opеn Chanel, we under the palm tree
He ain’t turnt no more, pick up a bitch, she knowin’ she thick, it made my arms weak
He ain’t turnt no more, give her a pill in hidden hills, she out of harm’s reach
He ain’t turnt no more
Hit a bitch no followers, the lottery
I be knowin’ when these hoes sloppy
See, I’m goated, I made it through poverty
I done shared my millions with thotties
She slick in the privatest party
Call brodie, he slide with Barbies
Hit Morgan to call up the thotties
Richard Mille is red, Takis
I’d rather get head sloppy
Broke niggas be mad wocky
I’m Smurk, I’m mad cocky
You ain’t never seen dead bodies
This Patek Philippe, not a Carti’ (Go)
Bulletproof, put the kid on a Brabus (Go)
Know the owner of Webster, I’m sharper
Sex feel way better [?]
He ain’t turnt no more, ain’t no way I can run out of money
He ain’t turnt no more, hit up cell to open Chanel, we under the palm tree
He ain’t turnt no more, pick up a bitch, she knowin’ she thick, it made my arms weak
He ain’t turnt no more, give her a pill in hidden hills, she out of harm’s reach
He ain’t turnt no more
Ain’t no way I can run out of money (Ain’t no way I can run out of money)
Ain’t no way I can run out of money (Ain’t no way I can run out of money)
Ain’t no way I can run out of money (Ain’t no way I can run out of money)
