blowin some cash

Nicholas Scrymgeour, Spencer Morse

I wanna smoke, I wanna take that shit to the face
Need a new watch, I'ma put that shit right in the safe
Pressing God, they try to get me stopped with a case
Need a replacement, I'm blowing up from my basement

So close I could taste it, giving my opps a new facelift
I skipped a grade, the best GPA I went to Scarlett, and what can I say
I think it's best if you stay out the way I see the look inside of her eyes
She has been thinking about all my size She wants me up inside of her thighs

That is a look that she couldn't describe The type of girl that you cannot describe
Put her to music and I'm on a vibe I get in the whip and I'm moving 160
How is it living? It's not even risky I took a girl out on a date
I brought her to booze, got her some steak We went to Joey, we're having some drinks

I'm a hitter and sly, look, I'm on a rip I'll buy you the chain, I'll buy you the bezel
Some guys, they really think that I'm the devil
Feel like a champion, don't need a medal I'm stacking it up, stacking it up
The world is changing, the pussy's a fetter I'm stacking it up, stacking it up

The guy goes to prison cause he pushing fentanyl I'm stacking it up, stacking it up
The best from my city, they'll put me infected Had to cut them off, too much of the envy
Feel like a marble stacking the paper I'm on my whip, I turn to a racer
I'm on your bitch, I call daddy racer I'm up on the track, it's feeling so tasty

I'm blowing some cash The girls wanna fuck, remind her to neither
I'm blowing some cash I'll be the last one left on the island
I'm blowing some cash Got her eyes rolling back, you see through her eyelids
They talk about me because I'm the flyest Oh, it's so high, it's like I'm a pilot

Inside your city and it's by design We do some shit, you're not even invited
I swing greatness with every rhyme I do not say it unless it is vital
Flicks in her pants, she calling me mighty Before she met me, she was suicidal
I said today, but I'm not a hero Try to be one, but never a zero

The rest are no one, even the mirror The end of the sun, it's over from here
I'll buy you the chain, I'll buy you the bezel Some guys, they really think that I'm the devil
Yeah, like a champion, don't need a medal I'm stacking it up, stacking it up
The world is changing, the pussy's a fetter I'm stacking it up, stacking it up

The guy goes to prison cause he pushing fentanyl I'm stacking it up, stacking it up
The best from my city, they'll put me infected Had you got a mob, too much of the envy
You're made like a marble stacked on the paper I'm off my whip, I turn to a racer
I fuck a bitch and call daddy racer I'm off on the track, it's feeling so tasty

The girls wanna fuck, I'm out in an island Maybe the last one left on the island
Got her eyes rolling back, you see through her eyelids
I'm off on the track, it's feeling so tasty

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