| If I stand next to ice, then | |
| I'm camouflaged | |
| If I stand next to lights, then | |
| I'm camouflaged | |
| My future's so bright, that all | |
| I see is stars | |
| My shades on in the club, | |
| I don't see you broads | |
| I don't see you broads, | |
| I don't see you broads | |
| I don't see you broads, | |
| I don't see you broads | |
| My future's so bright, that all | |
| I see is stars | |
| My shades on in the club, | |
| I don't see you broadsminded, winter coat claiming. | |
| ColdFucking up your sinus, bitches might choke | |
| I'm giving them the hymn lick, | |
| I'm a pimp | |
| In my own fucking rhyming, you my side bitch | |
| Two chainz to figures each | |
| I light the plane with | |
| Lucille: B. | |
| B. KingYou don't fuck with us, we don't really fuck with y'all | |
| We in the ocean playing bubble cause | |
| Pocket full of money bitch, and my crew eating | |
| Got a nigga shining like a brand new nickel | |
| Plain and pistol, this's my last shot | |
| Black shades, gold chain, and a | |
| Versace scarf | |
| Swear you haters couldn't see me if | |
| I glowed in the dark | |
| What it be like nigga? | |
| What it look like ho? | |
| Still shining a nigga,two chains looking like it's lightning doe | |
| No love for you bustas, keep on steady stuntin' | |
| Mo' bottles of | |
| Rosé, yeah you know who run it | |
| Thousand dollar shades on, all gold frames | |
| Mister Fuck-your-bitch-and-leave-her, that's my code name | |
| I'm blowing money in this bitch, | |
| I think I'm | |
| BirdmanTrapping ain't dead, | |
| Bad bitches, whole lotta ass | |
| Make you famous in this bitch soon as the camera flash | |
| In the kitchen and we cooking up that raw hog | |
| Dry when shining, | |
| I'm a movie star | |
| Open up the bank bitch, bring em large | |
| Flip em and we bust em, then we ship em off | |
| Perpetrating'll get your head bust | |
| A hundred million, 'll get you dope flush | |
| A new Bentley, you get a ho rush | |
| Big money shit, we popping cause we came up | |
| Hella choppers, on them new thangs | |
| Big yachts, brand new wings | |
| Them hoes yapping, cause they know the frame | |
| Cardinal, | |
| Take Care is on my pinky ring |
| If I stand next to ice, then | |
| I' m camouflaged | |
| If I stand next to lights, then | |
| I' m camouflaged | |
| My future' s so bright, that all | |
| I see is stars | |
| My shades on in the club, | |
| I don' t see you broads | |
| I don' t see you broads, | |
| I don' t see you broads | |
| I don' t see you broads, | |
| I don' t see you broads | |
| My future' s so bright, that all | |
| I see is stars | |
| My shades on in the club, | |
| I don' t see you broadsminded, winter coat claiming. | |
| ColdFucking up your sinus, bitches might choke | |
| I' m giving them the hymn lick, | |
| I' m a pimp | |
| In my own fucking rhyming, you my side bitch | |
| Two chainz to figures each | |
| I light the plane with | |
| Lucille: B. | |
| B. KingYou don' t fuck with us, we don' t really fuck with y' all | |
| We in the ocean playing bubble cause | |
| Pocket full of money bitch, and my crew eating | |
| Got a nigga shining like a brand new nickel | |
| Plain and pistol, this' s my last shot | |
| Black shades, gold chain, and a | |
| Versace scarf | |
| Swear you haters couldn' t see me if | |
| I glowed in the dark | |
| What it be like nigga? | |
| What it look like ho? | |
| Still shining a nigga, two chains looking like it' s lightning doe | |
| No love for you bustas, keep on steady stuntin' | |
| Mo' bottles of | |
| Rose, yeah you know who run it | |
| Thousand dollar shades on, all gold frames | |
| Mister Fuckyourbitchandleaveher, that' s my code name | |
| I' m blowing money in this bitch, | |
| I think I' m | |
| BirdmanTrapping ain' t dead, | |
| Bad bitches, whole lotta ass | |
| Make you famous in this bitch soon as the camera flash | |
| In the kitchen and we cooking up that raw hog | |
| Dry when shining, | |
| I' m a movie star | |
| Open up the bank bitch, bring em large | |
| Flip em and we bust em, then we ship em off | |
| Perpetrating' ll get your head bust | |
| A hundred million, ' ll get you dope flush | |
| A new Bentley, you get a ho rush | |
| Big money shit, we popping cause we came up | |
| Hella choppers, on them new thangs | |
| Big yachts, brand new wings | |
| Them hoes yapping, cause they know the frame | |
| Cardinal, | |
| Take Care is on my pinky ring |
| If I stand next to ice, then | |
| I' m camouflaged | |
| If I stand next to lights, then | |
| I' m camouflaged | |
| My future' s so bright, that all | |
| I see is stars | |
| My shades on in the club, | |
| I don' t see you broads | |
| I don' t see you broads, | |
| I don' t see you broads | |
| I don' t see you broads, | |
| I don' t see you broads | |
| My future' s so bright, that all | |
| I see is stars | |
| My shades on in the club, | |
| I don' t see you broadsminded, winter coat claiming. | |
| ColdFucking up your sinus, bitches might choke | |
| I' m giving them the hymn lick, | |
| I' m a pimp | |
| In my own fucking rhyming, you my side bitch | |
| Two chainz to figures each | |
| I light the plane with | |
| Lucille: B. | |
| B. KingYou don' t fuck with us, we don' t really fuck with y' all | |
| We in the ocean playing bubble cause | |
| Pocket full of money bitch, and my crew eating | |
| Got a nigga shining like a brand new nickel | |
| Plain and pistol, this' s my last shot | |
| Black shades, gold chain, and a | |
| Versace scarf | |
| Swear you haters couldn' t see me if | |
| I glowed in the dark | |
| What it be like nigga? | |
| What it look like ho? | |
| Still shining a nigga, two chains looking like it' s lightning doe | |
| No love for you bustas, keep on steady stuntin' | |
| Mo' bottles of | |
| Rosé, yeah you know who run it | |
| Thousand dollar shades on, all gold frames | |
| Mister Fuckyourbitchandleaveher, that' s my code name | |
| I' m blowing money in this bitch, | |
| I think I' m | |
| BirdmanTrapping ain' t dead, | |
| Bad bitches, whole lotta ass | |
| Make you famous in this bitch soon as the camera flash | |
| In the kitchen and we cooking up that raw hog | |
| Dry when shining, | |
| I' m a movie star | |
| Open up the bank bitch, bring em large | |
| Flip em and we bust em, then we ship em off | |
| Perpetrating' ll get your head bust | |
| A hundred million, ' ll get you dope flush | |
| A new Bentley, you get a ho rush | |
| Big money shit, we popping cause we came up | |
| Hella choppers, on them new thangs | |
| Big yachts, brand new wings | |
| Them hoes yapping, cause they know the frame | |
| Cardinal, | |
| Take Care is on my pinky ring |
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