Out of Style

Born winner
Big spender
Benihana dinners
My pockets getting bigger
Got these niggas bitter
Cold nigga she get shivers every time I’m in her
Crack a bitch on accident and hit her like a fender bender
Hating on a nigga cause my bag right
She be blowing on that dick like it’s a bag pipe
Lame nigga you down bad you live a sad life
When that liquor in my system I can’t act right
Cold day in hell before I lose again
Pockets fat, Buddha man
Fly nigga Superman
Hop up in the coupe again
A nigga bout to make the money double
And I hate to burst ya bubble
Bitch I’m horny I don’t love you
Shake it fast then I might blow a bag
Got my hands on all the cash nigga I know you mad
You took a L you shouldn’t have told me that
She going head up with that dick like I got shoulder pads on
You made another bad song, boy that shit weak
Petey Pablo Freek a leek
I need a thicker freak
And my money made a leap I seen a increase
We rocking infantry and green, you still in 10 deep yea
Blue strips like I be throwing Cz
The baddest bitches always wanna keep me company
Track star chase the money come and a run with me
Lame nigga wanna be
I’m chilling at the top, you niggas under me

Counting money like it’s going out of style, we ain’t never leaving bitch cause we gone be here for a while yea x4