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Global Dan

Off-White

 

Off-White

(album: Global Warming - 2017)


[Global Dan:]
Yeah, ayy
Sauce!

I just pulled up in LA, wearing Off White
I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right
Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right
Now I'm counting money, throw it in the bag like

Yeah I see that brand new Benz from a distance
I don't know you, we not friends, keep your distance
I don't really fuck with them, they be tripping
Keep a.38 inside my Scottie Pippens
Drinking that lean like it's coffee, ooh (syrup)
I feel like nothing can stop me, ooh
All these thotties they be sloppy
Wanna run up on me, hit 'em like Rocky, damn
Now I'm feeling like Chris, ayy
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, ayy
Diamonds dancing like Rihanna
Cooling with Chapo, I'll see you mañana
Trapping inside the cabana
Tony Montana, flipping that work for the Prada
I just want all of the money, fuck up some commas
I got no time for no drama
Cooling with Mongo, we making a movie, your mama
Prolly somewhere in Bahamas

I just pulled up in LA, wearing Off White
I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right
Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right
Now I'm counting money, throw it in the bag like

[Mongo:]
They don't wanna see me shine 'cause my light bright
Wake up in the morning high like a damn kite
If we beef, no politicking, holmes, it's on sight
I just wanna fuck you baby, why you wanna fight?
I just copped a P, bands 'bout to take flight
See me with the hands, I'm posted up all night
Coming live from the 5, 12 years strong
Honeycomb perc, bottom of my big bong
You don't wanna play chicken, I got big balls
Ten toes down, big boss, stand tall
I've been cooking so hard, sauce on the wall
I'm making hits, that's your bitch 'bout to risk it all
What's the move? Hit me up, I stay on call
In shining shoes, dressing up like I'm 'bout to ball
Making plays, silky smooth, John fucking Wall
They so fake and I'm so true, I'm tryna tell y'all
Get it how you live it, make sure you just don't fall
It's all about the digits, get it then I make a call
I just wanna be rich and buy the fucking mall
I got tunnel vision like I'm walking in a hall

[Global Dan:]
I just pulled up in LA, wearing Off White
I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right
Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right
Now I'm counting money, throw it in the bag like

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