How
[Hook
How the fuck could I go broke? I could just sell my closet
How you niggas hit the road but ain't come back with no profit?
How you posting pics with bands but ain't got money in your wallet?
How you buying new designer but there's lint up in your pocket?
How you think we believe that shit? You know you need to stop it
How you think you got fans but you ain't even poppin'?
How you think I want your heart? Bitch, I'm just gonna drop it
How you think I'm gon' love you bitch? I'm way too toxic
How nigga?
How the fuck I got all this ice up on my chest
I'm wearing Palm Angels, Juice in some Gallery Dept
I can't go broke I swear to god I'll drop another check
I'm walking thru hell but I won't break a sweat
[Verse]
I got demons on my back but I'm wearing Palm Angels
I got diamonds on my neck, looking likе I got strangled
Bad lil bitch got diamonds all up on her ankle
God damn, I'm rеally living my life like a fable
Huh, what you niggas know about 40 thou' up on the table
We watching CCTV nigga, ain't no cable
Got cameras on every corner, I see every angle
I got blacked out windows, you can't see thru the tint
I had to leave that bitch on read but she still ain't get the hint
These niggas really broke they can't even pay they rent
Lil bitch know I'm getting money based off my scent
I smell like exotic weed & Gucci Guilty
Got one whiff of me and she chose up with me
When I walk up in the club I got the pole up with me
& with the switch I can turn it from a fully to a semi
With the F&N on me, god damn, I'm a bully
Hit the switch now it's from a semi back to a fully
Nigga tried to reseal the pint, you can't fool me
Nigga make one sudden move I'll blow him like a doobie
Everyday I live my life like its a movie
I'm just laying back watching it like its a green screen
& don't say you getting money if you sippin' green lean
I got a bad lil Asian bitch, I call her Ming Ming
F&N turn a nigga to Chris Breezy, make him sing
Lil bitch won't get shit from me, not even a ring
You ain't a real scammer, nigga, you ain't even made a thing
Niggas using blank cards, you won't even hear a ping
[Hook
How the fuck could I go broke? I could just sell my closet
How you niggas hit the road but ain't come back with no profit?
How you posting pics with bands but ain't got money in your wallet?
How you buying new designer but there's lint up in your pocket?
How you think we believe that shit? You know you need to stop it
How you think you got fans but you ain't even poppin'?
How you think I want your heart? Bitch, I'm just gonna drop it
How you think I'm gon' love you bitch? I'm way too toxic
How nigga?
How the fuck I got all this ice up on my chest
I'm wearing Palm Angels, Juice in some Gallery Dept
I can't go broke I swear to god I'll drop another check
I'm walking thru hell but I won't break a sweat