[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(I, am big enough to put stars in the sky)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(I can’t show you, this’ll rearrange your mind)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(I, might not be the most perfect kinda guy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
All three phones, they go off at the same time
I smoke dope and play the game at the same time
You got problems you ain’t face, bitch, I face mine
You share your blunt with yo’ partners, bitch, I face mine
You share your clothes with yo’ partners, bitch, I buy mine
And this ’09 Dior shit is made my Slimane
I’m having fun, in this Margiela Martin
I drip like my Grandad when I’m rockin’ Marni
Got a rockstar bitch, I call her Dolly Parton
Live a real lit life, you can’t crash my party
Still the same young nigga, Addicted to Money
We done made so much, we related through money
I get this shit out the mud and you can’t take that from me
I get paid so much, it’s like I’m printing money
(I’m printing money)
(I get paid so much, it’s like I’m printing money)
(I’m in this bitch with Clayco)
[Verse]
Okay, my diamonds twinkle just like sunshine
Oh, that’s your bitch? Well, that bitch is mine
Look in my eyes, all you see is dollar signs
Oh, she like money? Then, that bitch is my kind
When she count my money up, she lookin’ fine
She say, she wanna a [?], and look, I gave her five
Yeah, you know that we told that nigga, he should stop
And look, young nigga, this what happen when you try
Yeah, I, am big enough to put stars in the sky
Yeah, I, can’t show you, this’ll rearrange your mind
Yeah, I, might not be the most perfect kinda guy
But if you tell me, it take time, then I got the will to try
I done got so fuckin’ high, now I know that I can fly
Bitch, you know this world is mine, I want you and you, together
[?] gon’ lead, when I move in silence
[?], bitch, I hear the sirens
I’m outside, bitch, fuck this virus
[?] (Okay)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(I, am big enough to put stars in the sky)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(I can’t show you, this’ll rearrange your mind)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
(I, might not be the most perfect kinda guy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
All three phones, they go off at the same time
I smoke dope and play the game at the same time
You got problems you ain’t face, bitch, I face mine
You share your blunt with yo’ partners, bitch, I face mine
You share your clothes with yo’ partners, bitch, I buy mine
And this ’09 Dior shit is made my Slimane
I’m having fun, in this Margiela Martin
I drip like my Grandad when I’m rockin’ Marni
Got a rockstar bitch, I call her Dolly Parton
Live a real lit life, you can’t crash my party
Still the same young nigga, Addicted To Money
We done made so much, we Related Through Money
I get this shit out the mud and you can’t take that from me
I get paid so much, it’s like I’m printing money
(I’m in this bitch with Clayco)