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Iphone And A Gmail

 

Iphone And A Gmail

(album: Kilt 3 - 2016)


[Hook x2:]
IPhone and a Gmail
Tryna stack my chips up, flip bucks, go for G's
Selling clothes overseas now
Guarantee your hoe tryna go with me

Oh, they was hating on me
But it won't work
They lining up for Jordans
No, that's my concert
I said I need it in my life
Them big face hunnids
If she don't let me hit, I'ma make her shake something
I gotta get that work
My bills through that roof
I got big baller habits plus I need a new coup
Still pull up in that hoop
Ball like I'm shooting hoops
Said you can't make it from the bay, I'm the living proof
All these fake people in my way
Disappearing "poof"
Do the show
Next day to the bank stacking up my loot
I'm more of a Maloof
I'm contemplating millions
Independent till' ten million
Tryna get it, tell them hit me on my

[Hook x2:]
IPhone and a Gmail
Tryna stack my chips up, flip bucks, go for G's
Selling clothes overseas now
Guarantee your hoe tryna go with me

Living what I rap out my tour bus, my trap house
I was out in Denver smoking killa, but I'm back now
Always on a mission, on the road to that bread
I need rollies on my wrist, I need wifey in my bed
Pockets on Uncle Phil, I can't fuck with Uncle Sam
On these big ass stages, showing people who I am
When I say " I am", ya'll say "Su"
This is chess not checkers, they be watching all my moves
2 o'clock breakfast, I've been grinding all night
Warfield sold out, I'm in all white
The type of shit I like lemon chicken, fried rice
Gamed up, laced up like my shoes tied tight
Hit my

[Hook x2:]
IPhone and a Gmail
Tryna stack my chips up, flip bucks, go for G's
Selling clothes over seas now
Guarantee your hoe tryna go with me

done

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