Infinity

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey Jay Critch hood fave Stupid (Lewis, you nasty) Talk Money Gang Hey [Chorus] I'm mixin' up the designer Fuckin' your bitch, can't find her I put the gang in the diamonds I get it fast like McDonalds I'm sippin' lean for my energy Try and be the boss, you could never be Fake friends, they turn into enemies I gotta pour up the Hennessy I gotta roll up the Jattic Niggas mad, but they don't want no static Steve Nash, boy you ballin' like Dragic New bag, blew it all on my fabric I need the Bentley truck Where you at, on my way to the bucks She in her feelings, I ain't givin' a fuck Run up on me, boy you tryin' your luck [Verse 1] Ayy, lotta choppers, nigga you better duck And I'm ballin', wit' a lotta ice, like I went with the puck And she callin', but that bitch is dumb, said she fallin' in love You niggas is stallin', I was gettin' to it, now I'm countin' it up I need a Range no Infiniti I seen that little bitch into me My money go to infinity Gucci on me, it's from Italy I mix the Gucci with Louis V That money told me that she true to me I got that money, now she chewin' me I got the Balmains from the [?] jeans [Chorus] I'm mixin' up the designer Fuckin' your bitch, can't find her I put the gang in the diamonds I get it fast like McDonalds I'm sippin' lean for my energy Try and be the boss, you could never be Fake friends, they turn into enemies I gotta pour up the Hennessy I gotta roll up the Jattic Niggas mad, but they don't want no static Steve Nash, boy you ballin' like Dragic New bag, blew it all on my fabric I need the Bentley truck Where you at, on my way to the bucks She in her feelings, I ain't givin' a fuck Run up on me, boy you tryin' your luck [Verse 2] Pull up in a Ghost It ain't funny, broke is a joke Water on me, that chain on me float She all in my face, she doin' the most Smoke out the O If it's smoke, my niggas on go I hit a jugg, like 3 in a row I'm in the hood with 730 Hood fave, had a good day, bitch I'm gettin' the dough [?], had to switch lanes, now I put on a show Need a new Wraith, fuck an I8, can't [?] a ho Get some cake, see a new face, niggas actin' like bros [Chorus] I'm mixin' up the designer Fuckin' your bitch, can't find her I put the gang in the diamonds I get it fast like McDonalds I'm sippin' lean for my energy Try and be the boss, you could never be Fake friends, they turn into enemies I gotta pour up the Hennessy I gotta roll up the Jattic Niggas mad, but they don't want no static Steve Nash, boy you ballin' like Dragic New bag, blew it all on my fabric I need the Bentley truck Where you at, on my way to the bucks She in her feelings, I ain't givin' a fuck Run up on me, boy you tryin' your luck