One time for the drummer bitch One time for the guitars bitch Shouts out to basedworld nigga, it's lil b
Y'all niggas is pissed off I make hits bitch Y'all gon' see all them fruity diamonds bitch Big timin' bitch You see my ice, yeah, that's money bitch You see my nigga chain, count the money bitch I'm rich, get up bitch Wasup, I'm blowing fucking grapes Sitting low man, riding from the jakes Hoes and fakes I make hits, study this shit for days
Girls love to please the boss, blowing my brains I'm off the top bitch I'm off the mane I got ice around my neck like snow in the rain Yeah in 24, but I donate the same You touch mine when I'm turning You feel me in the spaceship, believe me Look like an astronaut, bitch I'm astro-smart Fuck with lil b cash off top Bitch, I'm putting cash off top Bitch put money down and put the racks off top
I'm tryna get money off top You feel me? And it ain't no greed off top Getting bitch what you drank, off the rocks Rockstar living, sam hill gon' rock Two more shows then we gotta switch spots Guarantee to rock, everything we gon' box Everything lil- I'm hip hop Need more bitches, need more money, more hunnits Same color as green cudi
Bitches suck, man I fuck 'em like it ain't nothing Traumatized by the truth so I'm hiding from it Keep it real one day with myself that is And my selfish biz, gotta do with this On a higher learning, if it's not concerning
Get gassed up, man I'm tryna get cashed out Man ho up, you blow up I've seen the money sheesh, america made of beesh
Lil b, wasup, you nam saying, freestyle on you niggas man, weight up, weight up, you know I'm just getting my weight up, basedworld paradise, yess
Compositor: Brandon Christopher Mccartney ECAD: Obra #47570465