Lyrics: Bobby Sandimanie III
Music: Bobby Sandimanie III
Woo
Maison Margiela, all I see is numbers
Yeah, rain on my umbrella, them 808s like thunder
Yeah, pretty b****, hot just like a stove in the summer
Yeah, stupid lit, we smoke dope and thumb through them hundreds
Yeah, stupid b****, you don't know me, you just know my number
Yeah, getting rich, I know I'm addicted to this money (Money, money)
Model b****, I'm finna take her under (Under), under there
I'm with shooters and they gunning (Shooting), not in the air
Step up in this b****, I'm fly (Fly), I'm in the air, oh, yeah
Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, nigga, yeah
She got good p****, tryna change my life, n****, yeah
I turned eighteen, I took twenty flights, n****, yeah
Before nineteen, I blew twenty racks, n****, yeah
Your b**** like me, like me, throw it in the air
I know she want me, she like me, but I don't even care
I want white diamonds, ice cream, yeah, n****, yeah
I want black diamonds, black s***, black everywhere
I got droptop b****es, droptop me anywhere
I got droptop b****es dropping tops and underwear
Yeah, I hit that b**** and then I'm gone, n****, out of there
I roll a blunt up of some super strong, I'm geeked up, out of here
We in the stupid whip, it's supercharged and we just ducking 12
You know that we keep sticks in here
You know I keep some green like pears
Designer kicks, I keep a pair
Designer b****es, come in pairs
It's up, it's stuck, it's in the air
Designer smoke f*** up the air
Oh, yeah
This s*** got me psyching out, I'm going brazy
Yeah, and this b**** want me just to text her everyday
I'm tryna get rich, b****, I ain't got no time to play
And I'm still thanking god 'cause I rock designer daily
And I'm still going hard, b****, I'm always chasing paper
And I'm still going hard, tell these n****s please don't play with me (Yeah)
Please don't play with me
Please don't play with me
Please don't play with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, n****, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got good p****, tryna change my life, n****, yeah
I turned eighteen, I took twenty flights, n****, yeah (Yeah, no cap, n****, don't play with me)
Before nineteen, I blew twenty racks, n****, yeah (I'm in this b**** getting big high, trippy n****)
Your b**** like me, like me, throw it in the air (Big racks on me)
Your b**** like me, like me, I don't even care (Big, big style on me, know what I mean? All that)
Maison Margiela, all I see is numbers
Yeah, rain on my umbrella, them 808s like thunder
Yeah, pretty b****, hot just like a stove in the summer
Yeah, stupid lit, we smoke dope and thumb through them hundreds
Yeah, stupid b****, you don't know me, you just know my number
Yeah, getting rich, I know I'm addicted to this money (Money, money)
Model b****, I'm finna take her under (Under), under there
I'm with shooters and they gunning (Shooting), not in the air
Step up in this b****, I'm fly (Fly), I'm in the air, oh, yeah
Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, n****, yeah
She got good p****, tryna change my life, n****, yeah
I turned eighteen, I took twenty flights, n****, yeah
Before nineteen, I blew twenty racks, n****, yeah
Your b**** like me, like me, throw it in the air
I know she want me, she like me, but I don't even care