[Verse 1:Johnny]
Criticize make em' feel minimize
But I'm what them bitch niggas idolize
'Cause I will never fold during vital times
I just keep runnin' shit like a columbine
I swear success breathe in wealth
So all you smell is money on my breath
I'm sayin' I blow dat' OG out leave sum' smoke in my chest
Do it big like ann Nicole's breast
All about my assets so bitch where da' cash at
Tell me where ya' man keep stash at
Bitch where tha' hash at a nigga tryna' smoke
You talkin bout' prolems' I'm focused on the dough niggas can't go broke
So we gotta' grind by any means and let that money stack
And never fold Krispy cream
It seems like I'm the shit latrines say they feelin' this shit
And I spit that gasoline overdose
Hip hop fiends Chadian' afta' dreams put our hearts in our pockets
'Cause we cut off our sleeves
Mufucka' this soul music get used to
We take yo bitch and run thru' it Carl Lewis
Can't see this illusion sippin' on fusion
Pockets on protrusions nigga we the truth so why lie
We fly by and leave clueless it might cause confusion
That's why niggas can't think right worried bouta' bitch but I pursue that cash
Like bitch I'm on ya' ass like brake lights outta' sight
Light tha' OG up and take flight
[Hook:Johnny]
The room cloudy might need sum' ventilation
No hesitation a new bitch can replace her Ina' second
Float like levitation to much smoke they might Die
Asphyxiation
Criticize make em' feel minimize
But I'm what them bitch niggas idolize
'Cause I will never fold during vital times
I just keep runnin' shit like a columbine
I swear success breathe in wealth
So all you smell is money on my breath
I'm sayin' I blow dat' OG out leave sum' smoke in my chest
Do it big like ann Nicole's breast
All about my assets so bitch where da' cash at
Tell me where ya' man keep stash at
Bitch where tha' hash at a nigga tryna' smoke
You talkin bout' prolems' I'm focused on the dough niggas can't go broke
So we gotta' grind by any means and let that money stack
And never fold Krispy cream
It seems like I'm the shit latrines say they feelin' this shit
And I spit that gasoline overdose
Hip hop fiends Chadian' afta' dreams put our hearts in our pockets
'Cause we cut off our sleeves
Mufucka' this soul music get used to
We take yo bitch and run thru' it Carl Lewis
Can't see this illusion sippin' on fusion
Pockets on protrusions nigga we the truth so why lie
We fly by and leave clueless it might cause confusion
That's why niggas can't think right worried bouta' bitch but I pursue that cash
Like bitch I'm on ya' ass like brake lights outta' sight
Light tha' OG up and take flight
[Hook:Johnny]
The room cloudy might need sum' ventilation
No hesitation a new bitch can replace her Ina' second
Float like levitation to much smoke they might Die
Asphyxiation
( Johnny )
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