Hang

Lyrics

[Intro] (Je t'aime, Milanezie) (Xool on the beat, boy!) Ayy (Fuck) Ayy [Chorus] Only hang with the stars We came from killin' and robbin' Designer on all of my garments I want my dollar like a paw print In fast car breakin' laws In the game, pass me the ball Shooters, they knockin' 'em off Play with me, bitch, and you gettin' cut off Play with me, bitch, and you gettin' cut off Play with me, bitch, I'ma knock your top off Designer my fit, bitch, don't ask what it cost I got me a check and I became a boss We shootin' hollows, not shootin' Airsoft (Fuck) We havin' water, not havin' a drought Trappin' in grands, gon' cop' me a house Do this for the fans, give a fuck about clout [Verse] On the way to the money, I took a new route Diamonds my neck gon' cost a McLaren The way that I'm shinin', it's hard not to stare She say she gon' leave, I do not care I'm countin' deceased, dead presidents Juug money, no crease, trap money bent All of that fake love, it came and went Foreign the car, I'm slidin' right in This a spaceship, look like a Benz Smokin' the za behind five percent Dig in his pockets, he pullin' out lint It's time for smoke, suit up like a 'gent On the paper chase, can't get no sleep I need my money the largest Rockin' Chrome Heart, this leather so soft But I'm goin' the hardest I'm shootin' a movie, no key motion She wan' fuck, she textin' me emoji He not a shooter, he tellin' stories Big shot Bob, no Robert Horry Mr. Big Shot like I'm Chauncey I had to go get my bill ups They watchin' me like I'm on field up Flexin' my pockets, do sit-ups Flexin' my pockets, do pushups Flexin' my pockets, got abs Run in your trap, snatch and grab Come out with all of the stash Run to the check like Wally West, lil' nigga, call me the Flash On the paper chase, can't get no rest They payin' for views, you can't buy respect [Chorus] Only hang with the stars We came from killin' and robbin' Designer on all of my garments I want my dollar like a paw print In fast car breakin' laws In the game, pass me the ball Shooters, they knockin' 'em off Play with me, bitch, and you gettin' cut off Play with me, bitch, and you gettin' cut off Play with me, bitch, I'ma knock your top off Designer my fit, bitch, don't ask what it cost I got me a check and I became a boss We shootin' hollows, not shootin' Airsoft We havin' water, not havin' a drought Trappin' in grands, gon' cop' me a house Do this for the fans, give a fuck about clout [Outro] (Je t'aime, Milanezie) (Xool on the beat, boy!) (Fuck)