No chains on my body, your b**ch on my body
I got some money, no Illuminati..③
No chains on my body, your b**ch on my bo-oh
I might pull up with a pocket and rocket
I pull out and cock it and pop it, huh
Reach in the back of my pocket
Four racks and I slapped on the top of her noggin, yeah
Yeah, slap on a b**ch, huh
Pull out that MAC on a b**ch, huh
I might just mack on your b**ch, huh
.223 staff for the b**ch, huh
Yeah, I tote ’em, I tote ’em, I tote ’em, I tote ’em
AR extendos, AK, yeah I tote ’em
I tote ’em, I tote ’em, I tote ’em, I tote ’em
My clip long as totem, your b**ch lick my scrotum
Man, Lil Yachty and JBan$, they be my vrodem
Your b**ch suck my toe just to know them
They pull up with a new medal like top of the soda
You still got the green on like Yoda
Stain on my cup, mhmm, lean residue
Making new revenue, I’m hotter than the kettle boot
Um, phew, I be flyer than a cardinal versuri.online
In a brand new cardigan, looking like a damn father do, uh
Diamond my ear, wet as a tear, I-I got no fear
Off-White label on the arm of my gear
And your eyes fear like headlights on a deer
I got some money, no Illuminati..③
No chains on my body, your b**ch on my body
I got some money, no Illuminati..③
No chains on my body, your b**ch on my bo-oh
I got some money, just bought me a Audi
Catch your lil’ b**ch with me, she riding shotty
Ooh, lil’ hotty, mama hotty
She wanna give me, sloppy-toppy
.30 on me, who gon’ rob me
Jewelry on me, ice body
Me and Ski ridin’ Ferrari
Look at them b**ches I tell that b**ch sorry
Hol’ up, I’m the man
50K, in my pants
Do a show, in Japan
Take my clothes off, yeah I do it for the fans
I got some money, no no f**k, what
I got some money, no Illuminati..③
No chains on my body, your b**ch on my body
I got some money, no Illuminati..③
No chains on my body, your b**ch on my bo-oh…
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