Dead Prezis (feat. Travis Thompson)

Yeah, uh (yeah)
(Tyler might've did somethin')
Said all I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's
In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady
And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy
And the crib lookin' like I got—

All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's (yeah)
In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (yeah)
And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy (yeah)
And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready, where the fetti?

Baby, you can tell I'm gettin' plenty (woo)
I be ridin' in the 'Cedes, I don't really miss the Chevy
Goin' eighty, blowin' sticky, and the windows never tinted (yeah)
So I'ma hit the pacer should a piggy try to get us
Who you kiddin'? I could find the fake in a haystack
I could bring the ace to your wake, let the tape blast (yeah)
I could get her choosey off gander at my Chase app
I could put your wifey on a cleanse, give her face masks, ayy
They know me in the city with no name tag
Women love to call me underrated, I'ma change that
Feathers in my jacket, in another weight class
You don't put no motherfuckin' meals on my place mat

All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's
In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (yeah)
And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy
And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready
All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's (you know)
In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady
And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy (Travis, I got you)
And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready

All I ever wanted was a couple dime pieces
Way back in high school, Air 1s, no creases
Now it's Air One with a couple fresh peaches
And some hundred-dollar green juice for my main squeezes
Swimmin' in the money, you might run into some leeches
'Less you in Ibiza, and you in them clear beaches
All over the world, crazy where my pool reaches
You gon' see mo' problems as the money increases
Ooh, all I ever want was dead presi's
Now I Rolex the whole gang with ten Presi's
I ain't seen her all year long, now she ready
Stayed in, seen her ass got quarantine heavy
Wow, go in slow motion
Mixin' up drugs and I'm faded off the potion
2016, my first album caused commotion
Now I run plays and I feel like Danny Ocean, you bitch

All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's (yeah)
In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (bitch)
And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy
And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready (yeah, ayy)
All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's (okay)
In the pocket, and a couple bad hoes goin' steady (yeah)
And a little neck pain from the gold chain heavy (ayy, ayy)
And the crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready, where the fetti?

All I ever wanted was a couple dead presi's, dead—
All I ever wanted was the hoes, hoes steady, steady
All I ever wanted was the gold chain heavy, heavy
Crib lookin' like I got the cocaine ready, where the fetti?