I got a gun to my head like suicide floors
Smoke up getting crashing to the wall
I got two rocks on the black card bull
I was born to ball, I'm waiting to fall
A black card, my shop's greeting more
Man, it feels like pumpkin spice in fall
The ATM say I'm overdrawn
But I'm making money OF, London porn
I stopped bitching and took life by the horns
Now I'm at home getting pounds by the thousands
High ceilings this luxury housing
High feeling, man, I smoke till I'm drowsy
Got a screw face blush, powder so pouty
Marlou spray, man, I smell so powdery
Everyone I know say that they so proud of me
Garlic sauce on my blacked out prada jeans
She's in her matching jeans and prada
Do my own thing, yeah, you know it ain't hard to see
Game changer and you know that it's beacuse of me
Say what you want but just pleasе don't bother me
Bother mе
I just can't explain this shit at all
I just can't explain this shit at all
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