Status Status
Millionaire status, Im gettin paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon come my way
Balance Yeah
Lost my balance, but Im okay Im okay
Countin
Stackin my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks Rocks
All my opps dead, I hope they rot Rot
Chopper go chop-chop-chop Brr
Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top Top
Clean the block, block, block Block
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop Pop, pop
How much money you got? You got?
I told her a lot, lot, lot A lot
Brown boy got the game on lock On lock
Brown boy fuckin all these thots Thots
Run up, we gon pop, pop, pop Pop, pop
Brown boy aint never get got Yeah
Gucci on every sock On sock
Got her suckin my cock, cock, cock My cock
Got ice, talkin rock, rock, rocks Rocks
Summertime, need a drop, drop, drop Skrrt
Im scared of gettin caught, caught, caught Caught
Let him bleed out, he got shot Shot
Lots of cameras on my block Block
If I get caught, I wont talk Talk
I know they wanna see me in a box Box
Pull over, then I take off Off
Cover my body with expensive cloth Cloth
Status Status
Millionaire status, Im gettin paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon come my way
Balance Yeah
Lost my balance, but Im okay Im okay
Countin
Stackin my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks Rocks
All my opps dead, I hope they rot Rot
Chopper go chop-chop-chop Brr
Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top Top
Clean the block, block, block Block
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop Pop, pop
How much money you got? You got?
I told her a lot, lot, lot A lot
I told her a lot, lot, lot Lot, lot
Cant talk cause you might be the cops What?
Get the bird and I make this shit flock Brr
I can make the bird do the worm out the pot Woo
Fuckin on your bitch, I secure my spot Spot, spot
Got a Bentley with the frog eyes, hop, hop, hop Skrrt
Woah, come on now, why would I stop? Yeah Woah
I kicked the bitch to the curb, yeah Curb
When I was ridin on the block, uh Lets go
That girl, she a nat-nat, yeah Nat
I need a fly swat, swat, uh Swat, swat
She like the way Im mixin up my rocks, yeah Woah
The diamonds hit, leave a mirage, yeah Woah
The Rollie dont ever tick-tock, yeah
My sections dont never, um, flop, yeah
One-nine-four-two, yeah
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, yeah
He talkin shit, then he got shot Brr
Them bullets went through him, they hot Hot
He leakin, that boy need a mop Mop
That Glock, it dont miss, got a dot Woo
I sold over, so how could I flop? Yeah
She keep speakin, that bitch, she a thot Thot, woah
Status Status
Millionaire status, Im gettin paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon come my way
Balance Yeah
Lost my balance, but Im okay Im okay
Countin
Stackin my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks Rocks
All my opps dead, I hope they rot Rot
Chopper go chop-chop-chop Brr
Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top Top
Clean the block, block, block Block
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop Pop, pop
How much money you got? You got?
I told her a lot, lot, lot A lot