Velour Sean John (feat. Eli Myles)

Green, pink, blue cheese One shirt, that's two sleeves I got it on me like it's fashion Still count it up and rubber band it Chains, whips, Bold Plates Cold, cases, roses,aces I number up before I stash it Its counted up and rubberbanded Send my location out in wassaname Gotta keep it shhhh, can't tell my left about my other hand Niggas pint size, high five, I got the upper-hand Trap or die for valentines I got a couple in Uhn, stretch it out inside my rubber band, hundred bands Double wrapped around I'm tryna stuff it in Pull a paper transfer and never see the bus again Hustle pulled my pants up, I never gave a f*ck again Outside, who want smoke with us Opp pack, got few more rolling up The hoes here but a few more rolling up They all straight but a few of em cold as f*ck Fourth quarter and we up by nine Mental math, money on my mind I only listen to gang when I come outside Told her put some Diddy on like velour Sean John Green, pink, blue cheese One shirt, that's two sleeves I got it on me like it's fashion Still count it up and rubber band it Chains, whips, Bold Plates Cold, cases, roses,aces I number up before I stash it Its counted up and rubberbanded My mama said son, where this money come from No response, a product of my environment, aye I gotta prove a point if I'm talking this fly shit Cause all the haters and bad bitches on my dick And your youngest son move like the oldest one, cup finna overrun Anything that aint about the money get a shoulder shrug Everybody that once hated and side switched, man F*ck niggas, tryna stay positive Dog, who want smoke with us Whole click John Wick with a soulful touch Zag team we forever with pros, you dumb Did I, man you know how many hoes we fucked Look, I'm everybody favorite on the low but I play so humble Bitches tell me all the time you should take my number Every time you see a nigga it's a Kodak Moment Every time yo bitch see me bro that ain't yo woman F*ck