TOO FLY (feat. Daveguesst)

Yeah On a G-5 boy I'm too fly, yeah I be tryna drive but I'm too high, yeah I can see you fake right through my two eyes, yeah I lost track of time, I think it flew by, yeah Want the racks and the private jet Want the money, I don't need respect I been counting up Put icebergs on my neck Shawty wanna fuck wanna come through Kicking that shit like kung-fu Kicking that shit like ah-ou Ou-Ah I'm coming fast out the gate Shawty you hate But you gon' find out I put the racks in the safe I'm in the paint You need a timeout Really I'm smoking on gas I'm so high, I might fly out Yeah you gon' switch up I'm too lit now bitch I'm geeked up Ice all on my body it's gon' make these bitches freeze up I remember when they told me they would never need us Yeah Got ice on my neck for real Really it's fuck how you feel I might just pop me a pill Uh, For real Bitches they get on my nerves They hit my line but I curve She give me brain yeah she a nerd Ha-Ha Word Now she go get me the work Big body swerve Now my pockets filled with racks, all that shit I earned All these lil' bitches want top me They tryna fuck in the lobby Huh, They used to mock me Make my french bitch call me papi, Oh yeah Yeah, we make that money monopoly, Oh yeah Swear to god nothing can stop me, Oh yeah All I see is green that's go When they see me that's goals Right wrist that's on froze Pull up in a new lambo, Oh-Ah Can't take no questions I don't know Can't let em' get me out my zone How many blunts I had? Like four Yeah Smokin' on gas I got the pack I hit the lotto, I'm hiding the stash Bitch you know I'm gon' win big I ball out, I feel like 'Steve Nash' Ball I ball I never pick up when she call I know that they want me to fall Yeah I run up, I run up, I run up, I run up, I run up the digits Swear that I'm sick of these bitches These bitches don't know me Ball like I'm 'Kobe' Eighth in the blunt from the two-four you sold me Ice on my rollie Hold it up in the spot like it's a trophy Chains on my neck but they still cannot hold me Bitch I'm the same, I didn't change, I'm the old me I'm going up and these labels wan' clone me, yeah You do not own me, yeah She say she love me But then I got cold feet, yeah We poppin' bubbly She tryna get cuddly, yeah But I cannot fuck with these bitches they burstin' my bubble I pop Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop These bitches don't stop They all on my line, yeah I don't got the time Shhh, Be quiet I don't mind