Radio

I just pulled up in the foreign
Shit don't even play the radio
Bad bitch with me
She know I don't play the radio
Get the bag and count it up
Then we split it like pistachios
I'ma thumb through the shit and spend it
Then I'ma go make some more
Money look like Aquafina
We don't do subpoenas your ho called
She said she wanna suck my penis
I get high like Venus
The model way, I'm headed straight to Neimans
Ship that shit
The VVS's on my neck it came from Fiji
Wet just like Pacific
We don't beef we just gon'
Push up with extensions

We got racks and we ain't never going back
That's all you need to know
Safe deposit box, I dig ahole
In my shoebox where them racks gon' go
I do a show, we get the backend
Split it up just like pistachios
Now that I'm rich them haters
Falling back to back just like some dominos
I just pulled up in a foreign
Shit don't even play the radio
Got my shooters with me, no radio
They just spaghetti-o
Bitch I thumb through these racks
I thumb through it then I make some more
I got VVS's on my neck and Aquafina
Bitch you know it

We not beefing, we not tweeting
We gon' pull up with extensions
We're not meeting
Just make sure that when you see me
That you have it on you
I'm OG, I give my young niggas the knowledge
Tell 'em get the money
Call white girl C, I get the head
Hit from the back but you can't call me honey
Bust 'em down just to get a nut
Call me pistachio
Hundred round aiming at your fitted
You play with my dough i'm in town
Swerving in the foreign like where my radio?
Bust down on my neck and wrist
It look just like some snow

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