[Intro]
You know who it is, Count Smokestaxxx
Dream big, live fast, die early, but it's ok cause God knows
Young Smokestaxxx you know who it is
Get a lot of money, just like a little b**h
Ok, get a little hit, of the bong rip, DJ PoonJ on the beat
[Rich Homie Quan]
Smell like smoke but look like trout
Clown tell jokes and sleep on couch
Tell em b**hes hungry, cause they get too swimpt
Vape or Die 805 wild like chimps
Too much money like Bank of America
Beats so orange and green it's so carrot top
Ice Cream Sunday, fun day make the cherry pop
So much designer jeans, how much? Very much
Dealing all the Nyquil I don't go to sleep
Girl of my dreams, she go count sheep
I'm so OG I look like Meryl Streep
Hot like curry but my name ain't Baljeet
Short shorts Long John silver in the bank
He's the reason why I'm straight, the reason why I plank
Clock go tick tock, I do not
Count Smokestaxxx doing d** don't get caught
[Action Bronson]
I spit that wondorama sh**
Me and my conglomerates
Will choose to remain anonymous
As my food as my finest b**h
The chicken caesar salad needs the dressing
But my Asian b**h never stop undressing
Looking backwards in my drop-top Lambo
Mediterranean dishes Without the ham ho
Fixing the races like I'm fixing drinks
Ain't no racist but I'm dating chinks
Cooking the finest p**y, I'm cooking lynx
Sauted Onions on the Iced out rink
Smoking the finest kush like it was salmon
So f**ing high I aced the landing
I aced the poker hand that I fixed
The orange chicken a** on my b**h
[Chance the Rapper]
p**y all around like a cat garage
But all the dogs around me like to bark
I'm guessing why I'm testing in my Tesla Roadster
Tripping drinks when bumping pinks with a b**h named Rosa
Not even close to coasta
Yung Chino ain't no loser like Mr. Sosa
Skateboard P know I'm the poser
I Ain't got no wang in in my boca
[Big Sean]
All I do is swerve
All I do is get this money
All I do is swerve (swerve)
All I do is swerve
All I do is get this money
All I do is swerve (swerve)
Swag in my bu*t
Cops couldn't steal it
Hol up Hol up Hol up
Yall can't feel it
Grind is what I do
Rinds I don't eat
They call me double D's cause I am what I eat
Young player from the D my mama calls me
It's my birthday, Happy Birthday
SHOUTS OUTS TO ME!!!
SWERRRRRRRRRVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEE
[Lil Wayne]
Ugh
Young Money!
[Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
UGH HUSTLING EVERYDAY LIKE IM 21
RIMS ON THE MASERATI ROLLING 21'S
BILLS IN MY POCKET, BUT THEY AIN'T 20 1'S
ALL WHITE BENJAMINS, I AIN'T EVEN DONE
ROLLIES MATCH MY SHOES, THEY AINT LUXURY
PUFFING ON THE FINEST THEY SAY I'M HUGGING TREES
EXOTIC WOMEN IN MY BED, TWO ARE LEBANESE
EXOTIC WHIPS IN MY HOUSE, MIAMI, SET HOME FREE
UGH, RICK ROSS
[Joey Bada$$]
Brooklyn sh** never be too cautious
Hudson river stream of mind through my conscience
Getting deeper in these flows like conches
Drowning in rhymes and I ain't even conscious
[?]
But my homies convicts
[?]
Go in the book I go out of context
Cause my homies still selling all the rock
And my tape is selling on the rock
And my genre is under rock
When I go bolder than a rock
[Lil Wayne]
Young moula baby!