20:18

Lyrics

[crowd countdown] I don't got no millions I'm at it tho Bank account prolly on Adderall New year new money new fashion hoe Silk set the trend and the bar lil hoe Her Ass so fat that's my new pillow Ima climb thru that girl like the opps window Body full of gas Body on citgo I just smoked 30 grams rolling up 10 more 4.5 in my wood fuck a extendo .45 make em d-d-duck like limbo Bullets making music that yo feet gon dance to Bodies start jumping like instrumentals Foreign bitch with me you can check credentials 2 hoes 1 me what I'm into Stacking up the paper Like the paper my gang crew Niggas stacking all all up like deuce deuce New year New haters nigga new tools Stray from that life it's in my blood I gotta recoup Never trade the coupe in we just recoup Why we gon throw away the pistol if it still shoot U the first in ya family to jump off the porch Lil nigga I was born off the front porch I was raised as a prince Nigga Bonjour Im talkin talking plug prices Wen I'm on tour I'm talkin to the plug About setting up a tour 10 toes down like a skateboard It get hard get in ya bag nigga dust it off I ain't even asking nigga for a hand out I don't wanna see ya hands when them bands out Put on a mask cheer for the team like a mascot I'm peeping all fuckery it's standing out All the Fuck shit get cut off at 12 o'clock Girl that petty ass shit don't make my dick hard Tell the girl to give me brains now im getting smart Yeaaah Yeaah Can't let u get me out my element The trunk in the front like a elephant This year I just pray for some bigger bands Already had bitches don't give a damn Already got vision Attempt the plan Thumb thru that money like I'm texting yea Thumb threw new hundreds first of the year Letting that choppa off loud and clear [gun fire celebration]