My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
Talk to 'em
Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I got Chanel belt, I got Chanel sweater
I go through a lot, but I keep it together
I'm pulling up a hundred and better
It's a real blizzard storm in this motherfucker, better
I pour my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they calling me traitor
I'm stylin', I'm wildin'
Got sticks, ain't hidin'
My bitch exotic like something from the islands
My peace so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, I'm thugged up in the hills, the highest
Yeah, my bands up
I think we entertaining the crowd just like we stand-up
I was down on my dick, couldn't even stand up
Yeah, your block twisted, yeah, and it get patted up
I want everything I see, just bag it up
Too many cameras on the car, so Jimmy need to back me up
Yeah, she dropped to her drawers, her ass soft like cotton balls
Can't even hold this Draco in my hand, it jump like a frog
Boy, kill yourself you think my daughter ain't getting fed
Having that type of bankroll, that'll get a nigga stretched
Yeah, they talking about doing this and that, but you know they scared
Nigga mad, but they bankroll income ain't coming in yet
Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I got Chanel belt, I got Chanel sweater
I go through a lot, but I keep it together
I'm pulling up a hundred and better
It's a real blizzard storm in this motherfucker, better
I pour my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they calling me traitor
I'm stylin', I'm wildin'
Got sticks, ain't hidin'
My bitch exotic like something from the islands
My peace so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, I'm thugged up in the hills, the highest
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
Smell like Tom Ford, baby girl, look at my hygiene
Yeah, I'm dripping in fashion and I rock with these magazines
Choke chain dancer, fast car driver
Stains on my jeans, it wasn't for that, you would never call me
I just have a lot of rings on me like an Audi
Lifestyle I'm living, I'll never buy it
He made the wrong turn on Bleveland then they burnt him up
Riding around with a lot of racks in my jeans, yeah, I got Birkins on me
Ho thought I was slow because I'm sipping codeine, bitch, you burnt as fuck
Know you running around here fucking the whole gang, yeah, you slurping us
Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I got Chanel belt, I got Chanel sweater
I go through a lot, but I keep it together
I'm pulling up a hundred and better
It's a real blizzard storm in this motherfucker, better
I pour my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they calling me traitor
I'm stylin', I'm wildin'
Got sticks, ain't hidin'
My bitch exotic like something from the islands
My peace so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, I'm thugged up in the hills, the highest
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
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