Jury

Zaytoven

The diamonds on my chain is so sloppy
My niggas ain't scared of nobody
I'm leanin', I feel like an old lady
Capital One, what's in your wallet?
Geekers, they geekers
All these bitches geekers
A thousand for this lean, girl
A thousand for my sneakers
Try and sneak us, we gon' beat ya
Don't care 'bout no female
I'ma go to jail for beatin'
Your ass but bitch
You gon' go to jail for retail
High off Keisha, feel like Peter
Eyes low I can't see nothin'
I got so much money right now
That I can fuck my teacher
Keisha, she geeked up, let me go grab my Nina
30 all up in my Nina, holes
All up in your Versace, yeah
Blow him and smoke him
You ain't gonna even know him
This nigga had his head right
So we left him so left
What the paparazzi takin' pics for? No
I don't know Joseph
All these niggas say they know Chief So
Chief Sosa don't know them
I do what I wanna do
I got so much money in Saks Fifth Ave
Spend it where I want to
I say I do what I wanna do
I got so much money in Saks Fifth Ave
Spend it where I want to
'Cause I get so much money
I spend so much money
I get so much money, goddamn
I get so much money i got Rover money and I
Will take your damn money
And I love me some God
But I still got Jehovah money
Balenciaga my sneakers
Jordans make my feet hurt
Boy, you gon' get your damn feelings hurt
Charge 20k a feature
She a eater with a case on
That bitch can't be my backbone
She think I'ma nice guy
I'ma do that ass wrong
Let me find out my cash wrong
Let me find out my bands gone
Let me find out my jewelry gone
Then I'm gon' need a jury, homie