Pull the wrist so I never have
Rings goin' in, rings goin' out
I'm tired of standin' bricks,
I'm one to count, I'll eleven, midlife
Does platinum rain enough?
I love to smoke weed, love to shoot dices
Say my lifestyle is private get,
I don't care shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
Gucci cock it in, but at the same time you
don't hold these jockers slim
Gucci ain't shit, bitch I beg your pardon,
I'm independent but I'm ballin' like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe pussy, in my trap house,
Do the rich so I never have
Jackets goin' in, jackets goin' out
Rings goin' in, rings goin' out
Jump out the whip, everybody lick it
Gokuchi man, I'm on his autograph
Cause I'm his biggest fan
Humvee, with the yellow feet
the same color cheddar cheese
And I'm smokin' on that purple shit
They call me tip service,
Runnin' dope like a sprinter,
I heard he got that south white
Do the rich so I never have
Jackets going in, jackets going out
Bricks going in, bricks going out
Made a hundred thousand, in my trap house
In my trap house, watch the sports cellar
Splash it with the water,
17 forms, I ain't no agnostic harlor
Say I'm workin' with a millbella
me and money live together
never listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom
Bricks on I -9, get your shopping cart
Knee deep in the dope game I'm not a farmer,
but I'm known to push them collard greens
Fully rich, so I never had a
Jackets going in, jackets going out
Made her hurt it down, in my trap house
Rings going in, rings going out
Made her hurt it down, in my trap house