So I mix the airs with the purse.
I mix the cayenne with the schwirt.
So I mix the airs with the purse.
I mix the cayenne with the schwirt.
Spend my money up, then watch it twerk.
Sitting with my demons,
that guy don't know what's worse.
I get tired of feeding 200.
Feel like OVO, D-D-R-A-C-O, gon' burn a homie.
Yeah, you see a chain, but what you learn from?
When everything's lame, man, it's lame.
Here's a briefcase to burn from.
Yeah, I talk quite too much, ayy.
I lost every feeling.
Yeah, I thought clear and fake, ayy.
It's already made a killing.
Yeah,
by that money,
it's our body without a ceiling.
Next time you go and touch the roof,
it's our boat that's sailing.
Hear they * behind them numbers on their Instagram.
Every time I could, I'd put him in the van.
My pockets filled with cash, get on up.
And pleasure,
these shits get moved into my watch,
yo.
A brand new Resident,
and it's taking * to get out of here.
Sicker Resident, they callin' on my phone.
That's the race again.
Boy,
they callin' on my phone,
and E-D-D,
they pick the racks,
they in.
I see half a phone.
I see half a man.
I get the poppin' the press.
I leave the earth and make my bitches spin.
Fly out to Japan, different color, yeah.
It's all brand new, 2021, man.
Where my drive at?
Where that walk at?
I just shoot the gun, get it where I land.
95th and 1st, we in Chippewa.
Every time we in Chanel, we pull our bitches.
He try to play me like a bitch's parents miss him.
So I mix the air to the party.
So I mix the cayenne with the short.
Put my money up, then watch it twerk.
Yeah, chillin' with my demons,
and that guy don't know what's worth.
I get tired of feeding 200.
Feel like OVO,
then DRA,
see yo' gon' burn,
homie.
Yeah, you see a chain, but what you learn from?
And this is lame, man, it's lame.
Years of prison burn for.
I don't like too much, I lost every feeling.
I got pure paychase, I already made a killing.
Yeah,
but I'm in the inside body with a thousand.
It's homey, go and touch the roof.
It's all frozen silver.