Wheezy outta here
To riches from rags
I just believed in myself and somehow, I made it out the block woah
I hit the road, I spend a 20 clip minimum every time I wanna shop
High out my mind
I might just go buy another pair of some shit I already got woah
Im gettin bags, Im right in the middle of quarantine
Made ten million on the dot
Rick Owen pants, my right pocket full of them Xans
I know that I said I would stop
Man with the plan, I told em, Just follow my lead
And I took my whole team to the top
Dont check the tag and I dont check the receipt
If I see it, I want it, I cop
Shoutout GBs, I got some connections in Queens
I get my Js before they drop
Where do I start?
All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope
I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin and I fill my cart
You wouldnt believe me, I just been takin it easy
Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all the shit Im receivin
Your actions lookin deceivin
Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
Im gettin paid to go on the mic
And I feel like Mic Jackson when she let me beat it
Feel like a champ
I got them Louis V pants, and they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet
I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces
I make the plan, then they gon hop out the van
And take you for whatever you got
My bitch is tanned, Im on a yacht out in Cabo
Got villas that take up the block
When I get geeked, fuck around, tell her I love her
But I really use her for sex
Let her be free, I aint bout catchin no feelings
Im catchin a flight on a jet
She try to leave me, no, Im not takin it easy
Fuck on her friend, she upset
Knew I was smart, my teachers aint think Id achieve
Give a fuck about passin a test
They wanna be me, million in diamonds, believe me
Got rings, I could buy a Patek
Opps lookin dusty, I got some demons
So trust me, keepin my foot on they neck
Where do I start?
All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope
I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin and I fill my cart
You wouldnt believe me, I just been takin it easy
Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all the shit Im receivin
Your actions lookin deceivin
Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
Im gettin paid to go on the mic
And I feel like Mic Jackson when she let me beat it
Feel like a champ
I got them Louis V pants, and they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet
I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces
Wheezy outta here