(Ready?)
(Oh, no, oh)
Got the white on my chest, it's a powder, the smoke
Take a flight out the way, they can't see what I'm on
If you're next to me, then you down with the mob
And I'm by your side if you're right or you're wrong
If life what you thinking, my nigga, come on
Go make some shade then, my doggy, you won't
This is my trap, you can get what you want
My closet look just like the back of the store
If you turn your back, then I'm letting you go
You turned to a rat, I'ma send you back home
You reach for this chain, I'ma send you to God
Black out my windows, can't see out my car
I move like a demon, she pray for Allah
She ain't ever disloyal, she keeping her spot
Ain't no rehab for this, I'm addicted to guap
Murakami, LV, it's filled up with them knots
Stay on top of the fashion when it drop
I wipe my diamonds like they at the mosque
Hop out the Track', yes, I'm back in the penthouse
Hop on the stage, all my fans, yeah, they mosh
I got tight wrists, but shoot Craps on the block
I go as far as Kansas just to get me some cash
I was backseat with the five, 'bout to crash
It's five M's on a brand new Patek
I been outside with some shades, no mask
I blow her mind, got my mind on the bag
Mind on the bag
Baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah, you know (yeah, you know)
I got chains for you, I got cash for you, yeah, for sure (yeah, for sure)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, where you goin'? (Where you goin'?)
I got drink for me, but I ain't got no chasers, no, no (no, no)
In the V12 racing, in the V12 racing, hold on
And my life's not racing, and my life's not racing, hold on
She gon' ride it right, she gon' ride it light, oh-woah
Pop a pink one, right, you've been up all night, oh-oh
Hold on, hold on
Oh, oh, hold on
I got tight wrists, but shoot Craps on the block
I go as far as Kansas just to get me some cash
Oh, oh, hold on
I got tight wrists, but shoot Craps on the block
I go as far as Kansas just to get me some cash
Oh, oh, hold on
I got tight wrists, but shoot Craps on the block
I go as far as Kansas just to get me some cash
Got the white on my chest, it's a powder, the smoke
Take a flight out the way, they can't see what I'm on
If you're next to me, then you down with the mob
And I'm by your side if you're right or you're wrong
If life what you thinking, my nigga, come on
Go make some shade then, my doggy, you won't
This is my trap, you can get what you want
My closet look just like the back of the store
If you turn your back, then I'm letting you go
You turned to a rat, I'ma send you back home
You reach for this chain, I'ma send you to God
Black out my windows, can't see out my car
I move like a demon, she praying for Allah
She ain't ever disloyal, she keeping her spot
