Flu

[Hook] I pull up, baby, and it's magic I hop up out the car, niggas talk "what's crackin'" I pull up with the things, you know it's the tragic This bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels Horse shoes, on my pocket's, you know them the trues Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes All this ice on my body and she give my flu [Verse 1] All this ice on my body, all this ice on my body All this money in my pocket make hoes do the nasty nasty She got right to the topping, I'mma put her out probably I was screamin' cowabunga cause her head soo fuckin' gnarly Then I got right to the paper, right to the paper I'm a paper chaser, gotta run, I'll see you later I'm a Rastifari, I don't need a taper I don't crap out, bitch, I don't need a faker [Hook] [Verse 2] I got niggas that gon' shoot for me, bitches that gon' go for me Bitches gon' locally, bitches gon' globally Bitches think they Aiko, gotta suck my groceries Bitches think I'm Geico, do I look like a chameleon? Can't wait to be a billionaire, wanna be a trillionaire I ain't no fuckin' wannabe, I wanna be my damn self I'm gonna be a trillionaire, gonna be a billionaire She like "Chief Sosa, where you goin'?", "Gonna be a billionaire" [Hook]