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Wicked


(I-I-I love you Jay)

Got me going
All of this money got me going mental
All of this money got me going
All of this money got me going mental
All of this money got me going
All of these got me going

All of this money got me going mental
All of these drugs got me going mental
She give me top and this shit going mental
She rock Dior, I adore her

And I had to build it from the floor
On a yacht lookin, like to explore
In the trap, we was doing the chore
Count my paper, make sure it ain't short

I ain't get lucky, I'm chosen
I gotta stay ten toes, then
Get my buckets like DeRozan
Pouring slime, Nickelodeon
I got the ticket, it's golden
They moving wicked, I notice
But if I click it, you toasted
And I'm not switching on bro 'nem

They switching up, man that shit is disgusting
Money be talking, now end the discussion
Why are they talking if they ain't on nothin'?
Diamonds on me, and they bussing
In that Benz, I was waiting on busses
And this toolie on me, I will buss' it
Me and Suave count all blue 'hunnids
Post on the block like Andre Drummond

Where I'm from, it was hard to do numbers
Hit a stain, cuz' I needed a come up
Need that new double R for the summer
Diamonds keeping me cool when it's sunny
Bitches see me like "Ooh, he got money"
I'm surrounded by paper, like mummies
Used to trap behind school, I was flunking
But I'm too smart to cool with the dummies

I'm going in like "cannonball"
Took the top off the whip like Amber Rose
Ain't got no heart, what you stand for?
And I make it my biz' if gang involved
We took some losses and stand strong
Serving the fiends, doing handoffs
And in my city they spinning, if they can't find him, they come knocking his mans off

I'm talkin money, like who gone' speak?
Racks in the shoebox, not 2-3s
I'm in LV just to get new feets
It's crazy, I started on YouTube beats
Easy to love me with all the bands, but when I was broke no you didn't believe
She got a text, had to call her man
When I call her up, she be calling to me

All of this money got me going mental
All of these drugs got me going mental
She give me top and this shit going mental
She rock Dior, I adore her

And I had to build it from the floor
On a yacht lookin, like to explore
In the trap, we was doing the chore
Count my paper, make sure it ain't short

I ain't get lucky, I'm chosen
I gotta stay ten toes, then
Get my buckets like DeRozan
Pouring slime, Nickelodeon
I got the ticket, it's golden
They moving wicked, I notice
But if I click it, you toasted
And I'm not switching on bro 'nem (Hood fav')

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