Tekst piosenki
Wake up in the morning feelin` like Obama
All the girls dig my swag – they say I’m hot like a sauna
I keep that boom in my trunk my volume turnt to the max
And once I leave my hotel suite – I ain’t coming back
I got that Ralph Lauren cologne (lone)
All I smoke is strong (strong)
Hoes blowin` up my phone (phone)
And yea my pockets extra cheesy (cheesy)
I make this shit look easy (easy)
Puerto Rican breezies (ooo..papi)
Pull up in a hottie – lose my top like Buffie Body
Got karate kicks behind me – with a dymepiece you can find me
Check the timepiece – it is blinding
Rims big – Tires tiny
I pull up in dat hottie with a hottie right beside me
Black card maxed out – Bentley bout to smash out
Stupid swag maxed out – watch I bring them bands out
All my shows maxed out – make these hoes pass out
Posted at Atlantic Station – and I’m bout to max out
Pockets fulla hunduns – So I’m bout to max out
Gucci, Louie, Prada, scuze me – watch I bring them bands out
Cardiyae shades got looking like a boss
And I push my chevy to the limit – call me Rick Ross
Rocking Supra Vaiders bitch I feel like a celebrity
You try to copy Josip – but you niggas do it terribly
Money is my mindset – If it’s clean I’m buying that
King of the city and the jungle where the lions at
Blowing chronic – VROOM
In the Mclauren early afternoon
What the fuck you mean Josip ain’t getting gwap
Lose my top like a model – higher than an astronaut
From the kush that I smoke – bitch I flow like the coast
Atlantic Ocean verses curse the beat – and there’s no antidote
Got 500 pretty hoes calling simultaneously
You gon need more than a hater if trynna anger me
Bitch I bring the pain to beats – cinderblock hard flow
Bitch I stay on deck – You can’t pull my card ho
010 Gallargo – Speeding down the highway
Fuck yo bitch diagonally so now her pussy sideways
I’m on a 23 hour – and 59 minute
Constant grind all the time – so I know you feel me
I know you feel me like a Martin Luther presentation
If you fly then I’m on – infinite elevation
Real talk..I would let em hate till they kill me
They say I won’t hit the highest peak..but we’ll see
You better close ya eyes and parallel ya prayers palms
And pray to god I don’t blow like an atom bomb
For real – because I’m putting in my all
So yall can get mad when I drop like a phone call
I climbed up from the bottom of the Eiffel Tower
And I’mma keep climbing even at my darkest hours
And if a hanus ignoramus wanna hate the kid
I let me hate because they sleepin on me like a bed
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