CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : mochiatto
Clayco on the beat
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
(You smoking mid)
Yeah, you smoking mid, b*t*h, I smoke Gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas trees in Autumn
Got this caramel b*t*h, look like Mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Bloccos
Yeah, I'm dripping replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like a b*t*h in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count up with my f**king eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, b*t*h, so I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, n***a, I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a b*t*h quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, n***a, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, n***a, I just make it happen
B*t*h, I'm Lonely, baby, fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap n***as so damn good at acting?
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause I'm f**king good at rapping
It's 'cause I keep it real, n***a, I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, n***a, smoking weed
We walk in the store and I'm f**kin' cashing
And I might walk outside just to feel the breeze
Damn, I'm still smoking dope, n***a, it's a habit
No, I don't want this money, sh*t, I need it
Tryna stay afloat while my ship crashing
This lil' b*t*h drive the boat, damn, she so ratchet
Swear this sh*t like coke, love expensive fashion
Back to rolling dope, damn, I hate I need it
Big bankroll, b*t*h, you know I have it
Dream of VVS's wet just like some ice cream
I can't cap, I want real sh*t, not a lot of things
Yeah, we got a lot of money like the lottery
If I ever go back broke, blame it all on me
And sometimes I can't feel sh*t, damn, what's wrong with me?
And sometimes I miss sh*t, and get lonely
Damn, I just blew some bands on some designer things
Damn, I just waste some more on these designer jeans
Oh yeah
Yeah, you smoking mid, b*t*h, I smoke Gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas trees in Autumn
Got this caramel b*t*h, look like Mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Bloccos
Yeah, I'm dripping replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like a b*t*h in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count up with my f**king eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, b*t*h, so I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, n***a, I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a b*t*h quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, n***a, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, n***a, I just make it happen
B*t*h, I'm Lonely, baby, fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap n***as so damn good at acting?
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause I'm f**king good at rapping
It's 'cause I keep it real, n***a, I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, n***a, smoking weed
We walk in the store and I'm f**kin' cashing
(I smoke Gelato)
(Caramel b*t*h, mochiatto)
(And I'm on a mission, n***a, make it happen)
(Walk in the store and I'm f**kin' cashing)
(Forgiato Bloccos)
(I keep it real, I'm not good at capping)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
(You smoking mid)
Yeah, you smoking mid, b*t*h, I smoke Gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas trees in Autumn
Got this caramel b*t*h, look like Mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Bloccos
Yeah, I'm dripping replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like a b*t*h in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count up with my f**king eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, b*t*h, so I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, n***a, I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a b*t*h quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, n***a, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, n***a, I just make it happen
B*t*h, I'm Lonely, baby, fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap n***as so damn good at acting?
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause I'm f**king good at rapping
It's 'cause I keep it real, n***a, I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, n***a, smoking weed
We walk in the store and I'm f**kin' cashing
And I might walk outside just to feel the breeze
Damn, I'm still smoking dope, n***a, it's a habit
No, I don't want this money, sh*t, I need it
Tryna stay afloat while my ship crashing
This lil' b*t*h drive the boat, damn, she so ratchet
Swear this sh*t like coke, love expensive fashion
Back to rolling dope, damn, I hate I need it
Big bankroll, b*t*h, you know I have it
Dream of VVS's wet just like some ice cream
I can't cap, I want real sh*t, not a lot of things
Yeah, we got a lot of money like the lottery
If I ever go back broke, blame it all on me
And sometimes I can't feel sh*t, damn, what's wrong with me?
And sometimes I miss sh*t, and get lonely
Damn, I just blew some bands on some designer things
Damn, I just waste some more on these designer jeans
Oh yeah
Yeah, you smoking mid, b*t*h, I smoke Gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas trees in Autumn
Got this caramel b*t*h, look like Mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Bloccos
Yeah, I'm dripping replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like a b*t*h in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count up with my f**king eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, b*t*h, so I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, n***a, I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a b*t*h quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, n***a, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, n***a, I just make it happen
B*t*h, I'm Lonely, baby, fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap n***as so damn good at acting?
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause I'm f**king good at rapping
It's 'cause I keep it real, n***a, I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, n***a, smoking weed
We walk in the store and I'm f**kin' cashing
(I smoke Gelato)
(Caramel b*t*h, mochiatto)
(And I'm on a mission, n***a, make it happen)
(Walk in the store and I'm f**kin' cashing)
(Forgiato Bloccos)
(I keep it real, I'm not good at capping)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
