[Intro]
I just made a million last week
Stone brought his merch on Chief
It's not a lease (On foenem)
On the rims, trick or treat
It's not a treat
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep
I just made a million last week
Stone brought his merch on Chief (Sos' baby)
It's not a lease
On the rims, trick or treat
It's not a treat
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep (Foenem Radio, home of the Glory Gang)
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep
[Verse 1]
I ain't got cheese? I just made a million last week
Chief my lingo and now my Stone brought his merch on Chief
Leave out the dealer, paper in my hand, it's not a lease
Black and orange Forgiatos on the rims, trick or treat
Say she wanna еat me, told that bitch, "My dick is not a treat"
Bitch loud as truck, my dick said, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna sleep"
In the Hеllcat, I told her, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna creep"
I'm from the hood where we sending shots right down the street
I'm from the hood, we don't use cars, we use feet
Welcome to the streets where if niggas can't fight, they use heat
Wet a boy down, it's gon' be you and not we
Welcome to the streets, it can cost your life, it's not cheap
(Not cheap)
(It's not cheap)
[Verse 2]
I know foenem won't tell on me like niggas told on Thug
Don't worry about what's in my cup, [?]
Bitch, I'm up, where was you when I was down on luck?
I just flew a ho' from Philly and now she tryna fuck
Nigga, I sit down and hustle, I ain't even gotta fuck
Me stumbling over a billion, that's my kinda luck
Told that bitch, "Give me fifty percent, I'll turn you up"
I was lookin' for a boss, baby, and there you was
Bae do whatever I say, that's my kind of love
When I first met the bankroll, I said, "I'm in love"
I was looking for a loyal bitch and there you was
When we get back to this room, bitch, I'll tear you up
Yeah, and that reefer smoke, yeah, bitch, I got reefer
If I ain't gotta buy my bitch, I’m not leasin' her
Man, this bitch bad as hell, fuck they teaching her?
What the fuck she need from me, the fuck I need from her?
(Go, go, zoom)
(Roll the gross up)
(I'mma lift my doors up)
(Go, go)
[Verse 3]
It's a new opp pack every time we roll the gross up
I'll pull up to the hood and have them lift my doors up
You can throw your fuckin' salt, I'll still get bread like cold cuts
Catch your ass up at the Moncler, then we'll give you cold cuts
I'll pull up in the Maybach, make my bitch the chauffeur
Ah, bitch, it's ten years later, they still lovin' Sosa
Pussy, is you with the feds? Fuck you takin' notes for?
Ah, fuck it, I'm the teacher, nigga, you should've said somethin'
You's a motherfuckin' deer and foenem out here head huntin'
Nigga said he fucked my bitch, I told his dumb ass, "Which one?"
Nigga played with the Wock and now his dumb ass redrum
I'm so motherfuckin' goated, I should have a TED Talk
Nigga pulled up to the TED Talk, we made him spin off
Nigga laughed, now he cryin', made him wipe his grin off
Nigga, it's hot as fuck outside, you know I'll let my fan off
Pussy, and if you get skinned, dog, it knock you dread off
Baby, we be breaking laws, we never had an in-law
Nigga fronted me some crack, I used my legs and ran off
Fast as Usain Bolt, how that nigga ran off
I got enough money to buy some shit to have a stand off (Hell yeah)
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