[Pre-Chorus]
(dulio, ラッ…力)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Private bitch, private jet (Woo)
Private crib, private lane, private fields, yeah
[Chorus]
When ya circle back, do you live for more?
When ya circle back, do you live at the morgue?
When ya circle back, who you think about? (Woo)
Ask me where my money at, got fifteen bank accounts
And you know the real Yeat back, oh you know it now
Yeah, yeah, I'ma show 'em now (Ooh)
When you comin' to our shows, tell 'em to jump around
When they pull up to our shows, then they jump around
Jump, jump, jump, jump (Jump, jump)
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump around
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump around
Jump
I'm on a alien planet, I'm on aliеn party
I'm on futuristic whips and futuristic cribs
I got futuristic guns, I shoot you and your kids
You a futuristic baby, put you in your crib
Wah, wah, wah, wah, cryin' like a bitch
You ain't got a lot of money, you're brokе as it is
But I'm so rich, yeah, I'm so rich
I got billionaire money, on my brodies
I know this guy, this money on Earth, put this money where Mars at
Why you lyin' about all that shit, yeah, we might have to pause that
[Verse]
I been rich since I came out the ballsack
Yeah, half your gang ain't gon' play with the boss, aye
Gon' pull up to Europe, I came for a mink then I cop me all of that
Yeah, I landed up there everytime and I show where they all at
[Pre-Chorus]
(dulio, ラッ…力)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Private bitch, private jet (Woo)
Private crib, private lane, private fields, yeah
[Chorus]
When ya circle back, do you live for more?
When ya circle back, do you live at the morgue?
When ya circle back, who you think about? (Woo)
Ask me where my money at, got fifteen bank accounts
And you know the real Yeat back, oh you know it now
Yeah, yeah, I'ma show 'em now (Ooh)
When you comin' to our shows, tell 'em to jump around
When they pull up to our shows, then they jump around
Jump, jump, jump, jump (Jump, jump)
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump around
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump around
Jump
I'm on a alien planet, I'm on alien party
I'm on futuristic whips and futuristic cribs
I got futuristic guns, I shoot you and your kids
You a futuristic baby, put you in your crib
Wah, wah, wah, wah, cryin' like a bitch
You ain't got a lot of money, you're broke as it is
But I'm so rich, yeah, I'm so rich
I got billionaire money, on my brodies
I know this guy, this money on Earth, put this money where Mars at
Why you lyin' about all that shit, yeah, we might have to pause that
