burned pictures

All that cash All that love All that time I could've ran it up I burned the pictures I tore 'em up I got the cash I tied it up I'm feelin' different I been pourin' up All my whips tinted I'm ridin', black truck I'm standing on the leaves My blick on me Givenchy on my sleeves with Balenciaga jeans I got all this on, I still want a ten piece Don't forget the sprite, I'm 'bout to mix it up with green My wrist came from Italy, my pockets stuffed with Benjis She gettin' real sticky, 'cause my car high speed My hat stay fitted, my jewelry cost a ticket I won't leave my gang, and my gang stayin' with me Yeah I just get the money, I don't post it (nah) Huh, I could write a story, I'm not a poet though Huh, I just switched my swag, I gotta show it hoe I been gettin' them racks, did they notice though? Every time I show off, they act like they know me bro I ain't goin' back, nah, I should've told you "no" It's a lot of fake niggas, I don't know what we on no more I burned the pictures I tore 'em up I got the cash I tied it up I'm feelin' different I been pourin' up All my whips tinted I'm ridin', black truck I'm standing on the leaves My blick on me Givenchy on my sleeves with Balenciaga jeans I got all this on, I still want a ten piece Don't forget the Sprite, I'm 'bout to mix it up with green