Different Bracket

(Rocaine, baby) From a source, I heard you take it I'ma show her how we ball I got her court side with the gangsters From a source, they heard we make it In the trap, I'm catching balls Like I'm a shortstop, i'm with We put up thirty-three like Danny Grainger Boy, I really play the hills I put a trap by forest rangers I got a bitch that's out Of town sellin' dope, boy, i'm the man They know I got that type of money That turn Coach into a Benz You sell eight balls by the tenth Boy, the only time my fiends withdrawal It's ATM i can outsell you alone When I take it out thе pot Watch how an ounce still hit the phone Pop a Pеrc' and then I wear her out Do it like it's fashion Why I call her wildlife She got a pussy like a badger We hit the mall and spend it all We do not like to hassle Creep while I got Drac' and I'm Gon' do you like Degrassi Ayy, this real money Not that little shit you like flashin' Bust a bag down to rap about it Whippin' fashion Bitch heard me talking money She thought I was braggin' Just know I'm gettin' chicken With some extra cabbage Fifty on me all blues Look like I'm doing taxes New whip, dark tint when I'm out in traffic Hit the road, where I'm going, bro You know I tax 'em Don't even talk about no pape' We in a different Broke nigga sayin' they fucked Did they tell you they was dreaming? Give the ho to your nigga, bitch I bet he leave you Bad bitch, every time I drip it's new season All y'all hoes weak, bitch You probably the weakest Lashes on fleek, face beat, neck blingin' Expensive-ass bundles, good inches I'll swing it my nigga love this pussy Always saying I'm a demon Get another cold bitch, we gon' tag-team him New bag with the shoes, bitch You know I need it Hit the set with all blues, bitch You know I'm eatin' Little bitch keep lookin' at me Think she wanna eat it Hatin'-ass broke hoes mad, they wanna be me You know about the gang Drop classics and shit Bad bitches on the 'Gram Double tapping my pics And all the rich niggas wanna Cast me some shit If you a ham, get you robbed Call the gang on the lick Ayy, this real money Not that little shit you like flashin' Bust a bag down to rap about it Whippin' fashion Bitch heard me talking money She thought I was braggin' Just know I'm gettin' chicken With some extra cabbage Fifty on me all blues Look like I'm doing taxes New whip, dark tint when I'm out in traffic Hit the road, where I'm going, bro You know I tax 'em Don't even talk about no pape' We in a different bracket