CD - LBS Kee'vin

Spend a thousand dollars on the Christian Dior

Bitch, I got this shit out the mud, I had to sleep on the floor

Never call 9−11, but we pull up in Porches

Niggas told on me in the hood, they had me servin' informants

I’ma get rich or die tryin'

Tell her «Suck it» and that ho do what I say like I’m Simon

I done made a fortune off of rhymin'

Labels offer me a mil' with a brick, should I sign it?

Niggas act like they know me, I’m a meal ticket (Meal ticket)

Pillow talkin' to bitches, I’ma still hit it (Still hit it)

Addicted to trappin', that why we still in it (Still in it)

Re-up with the backend, my niggas still with it (Still with it)

Niggas know I’m a problem, gotta deal with it (Deal with it)

The bottom with Sharke, I gave 'em a deal with it (Deal with it)

No navy, I wrap the pack and I’m sealin' it

12 pull me over, I tuck the gun, I’m conceilin' it

I don’t want no neighbors, they might fuck around and tell

Like why the fuck he get so many shipments in the mail?

I left it outside, now they complainin' 'bout the smell

«Why you trappin' and you rappin'?,» nigga, ask my clientele

My family dependin' on me, gotta stay out of jail

If they catch me with it again, they not givin' me bail

Tryna put me behind bars, I’m just tryna make a sale

If she down for the 'cause, I put my bitch in Chanel

My brother stuffin' all his problems in a Russian cream

While I promise a bitch the world, I just sold her another dream

Money taller than Cauley-Stein, in my city, bitch, I’m a king

In the huddle, yo' hand out, you was never part of the team, team

Headshot for all my enemies

Know you never thought you’d see a nigga shine like this before

Big snakes on my denim jeans

I just spend a thousand dollars on some new Christian Diors

Spend a thousand dollars on the Christian Dior

Bitch, I got this shit out the mud, I had to sleep on the floor

Never call 9−11, but we pull up in Porches

Niggas told on me in the hood, they had me servin' informants

I’ma get rich or die tryin'

Tell her «Suck it» and that ho do what I say like I’m Simon

I done made a fortune off of rhymin'

Labels offer me a mil' with a brick, should I sign it?

Spend a thousand dollars on the Christian Dior

Bitch, I got this shit out the mud, I had to sleep on the floor

Never call 9−11, but we pull up in Porches

Niggas told on me in the hood, they had me servin' informants

I’ma get rich or die tryin'

Tell her «Suck it» and that ho do what I say like I’m Simon

I done made a fortune off of rhymin'

Labels offer me a mil' with a brick, should I sign it?