Текст песни
I m goin up if your cards ain t right, she tryna get the anacon
Ho i m goin up two hundred for a line, when they know it s just crayon, yeah these tats are permanent
I don t deal with you, goin nuts like almonds
Goin up like elevators, i don t deal with you, ho we don t give a fuck so keep your two cents
She love me too and i ma get my trample on it it s chinese food and i ma get my sample on, all my shit classic
goin nuts like almonds
Goin nuts like almonds, i m goin up up
Got them diamonds in my watch and they change up like the weather, no genre and we celebratin, let me get a verse and i abuse that bitch
I ma roll up i m goin up, new mercedes
You small time, i ma roll up i m goin up, i don t need a waitor
Shut it down like renovation, i m goin up give me the weed
stoned like a tablet
Way up in the hills, wanna lube that clit
That s hella paper, cut the check before it hits the table, i m goin up up
Damn i feel famous, bands goin ape shit
I don t deal with you, ho we don t give a fuck so keep your two cents London, i m in this bitch
I write riddles, i know the deal Up, chain on heavy metal
And we ain t givin up, they still sweet
I m goin up up, nigga you still shavin
Ho we don t give a fuck so keep your two cents, you waitin on a handout
She tryna get the anacon, you ain t drinkin like me London, i don t call back
Do communion with the pope, and we ain t givin up
Ho we don t give a fuck so keep your two cents, they wavin at the kid
They watchin from the window, i m speedin to the top London, got the chopper with the drum like eddie in this bitch
I ma pour it up i m goin up, go to church, i hope you got your seatbelts fastened
Couple racks for a pint, lil nigga you still bathin
Go to church, what you know about it, cause ain t nobody here believe in losin
You might get em, with no pilot