Kim K

Yeah, Bow, bow Yeah, ok Wakeup every morning count my racks and brush my teeth Lil bro gotta keep one eye open if he reach Flew her out to Miami got her kicking rocks on the beach You can stay for a couple hours then I kick her out she a leech Aye, I ain't playin bout my pape Used to wanna be a lover boy but it turns out I'm not Drake She wanna roll my blunt while I sit back and count cake That's the reason I stay cus I know that love is not fake Woah, I'm the goat if you didn't know Nigga said he want smoke I don't give a f*ck we blowing O's Thinking that's your bitch must be playin she got mileage Making bread off hella tracks like f*ck goin to college Johnny call I get a round trip from Tokyo to LA I don't even give three fucks about what a f*ck nigga gotta say Got a sniper sitting up top and he like to drain shit like Klay She wanna make new films but I said I am not Ray J And you is not Kim K, huh Told them don't pour syrup to much henny in my drank And you is not Kim K Told them don't pour syrup to much henny in my drank One hit you passed out cus cus you never touched real dank He a internet typer but how much in the bank? Yeah, you ain't got shit in the bank Pussy, you ain't got shit in the bank, Bow