Workin’ on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
They all swear they passed us, they doin’ too much
Haven’t done my taxes, I’m too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin’ nuts
Yeah they caught me slippin’ once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I’d tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
Say my days are numbered, but I keep wakin’ up
Know you see my texts, baby, please say some
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
They all gotta move off my release day, huh
Yeah, this is fame, not clout
I don’t even know what that’s about, watch your mouth
Baby got an ego twice the size of the crib
I can never tell her shit, it is what it is
Said what I had to and did what I did
Never turn my back on FBG, God forbid
Virgil got the Patek on my wrist doin’ front flips
Givin’ you my number, but don’t hit me on no dumb shit
Workin’ on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
Yeah they swear they passed us, they doin’ too much
Haven’t done my taxes, I’m too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin’ nuts
Yeah they caught me slippin’ once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I’d tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
Pullin’ out the coupe at the lot
Told ’em uh 12, uh SWAT
Bustin’ all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box
Pour up the whole damn seal, I’ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80s
She messing with my soul, got the Cash App
Told ’em wipe a hitta nose, say slatt, slatt
I won’t never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know where you at, at
I was out back where the stash at
Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac
‘Cause I know they all be looking where the bag at
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
Yeah they try to take me for my water
I’ll lay his ass down, on my son, on my daughter
I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
Lotta haters out here playin’ ain’t ballin’
I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter
And I know I probably get a key for the quarter
Shawty barely seen in double C’s, I bought ’em
Got a girl that’s looking like Aaliyah, she a model
I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
Compton, I’m about to get the key to the city
Patek like the sea
Pullin’ out the coupe at the lot
Told ’em uh 12, uh SWAT
Bustin’ all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box
Pour up the whole damn seal, I’ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80s
She messing with my soul, got the Cash App
Told ’em wipe a hitta nose, say slatt, slatt
Workin’ on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
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