NO ROLE MODELZ

Double cups, double hoes, double beds for my bros F*ck it, I'm making the money and lies spending all of her beds up, bro She give me hell when I'm hitting the road You know I f*ck her and that's for sure Rocking them red cones at my show I want them drank and buckets and more I want a good whole lot of these I f*ck it the hell when I stay unique I'm in the hell when I'm rocking the lease step in the party, you know I'm elite Sipping on mud, that's a lot of green bitch, I don't want you to sip on my lease Stand on my money, I'm Dallas Khaleed yeah, I got friends and yeah, I got fiends Louis V backpack and I put some money yeah, bitch, I spend it, I'm making money Got a matte black turban, first class seats I got Sicilian shooter vans, they die for Me Only fans, they hood up Off the body and I'm grinding the moolah pick up my 69, now that toes up Jump out the house, then go to a rave got some Italian shit on my plate Bitch, I'm a vampire, I ain't played suck up that shit on my motherfucking page Nod on my back, say shit on my face you go to heaven, I make you erase Open the door, but I'm calling the gates tell you to hurry, I tell you to haste You're partying with this one Where you wanna go, bitch, I don't know L.A. out there and I want it more Getting the cash, I make a bow Reach up on you like a macaron Spend a honey key on New Cologne Kim Jong-un and New Cologne I know you're greedy for money LeBron James, I hope alone You want the cash, you want the bag You want that money, you want a tag Popping the tags, the f*ck is this else? I don't know, man, where should I land I don't know, man, where should I land