Rockstar Mantra

Uh uh uh, uh uh Bitch I'm in the paint and I pass her like I'm Stockton My patna rolling dank, we out all night till the sun up In a wide body, a tank, we up in a fucking tonka Yes I'm rocking all black bitch this shit just look like DONDA Tryna duck away from all these people, nigga like Madonna If I wanna hit that bitch I gotta text that hoe mañana Please don't let me deceive you, baby I don't need you It's getting cold like a freeze, ooh Waxed denims on no Evisu In a purple dream call it Frieza Got the Gosha with Adidas Bitch I'm smoking fye, yes some demon Boutta multiply all them Franklins "Get it in and gone" that's my mantra Yo lil bitch wanna be my sponsor Ima keep on going like Toyota Want bad bitches from Tokyoto Going super saiyan like I'm Goku How yoh know my name if I don't know you Yo lil bitch turned on like roku Chef it up like we up at nobu Never trust a bitch that shit so-so My patna told me it's time to float now We get them bands and then we boutta get rid of it They stole the sauce so I had to go and switch it up Rocking earth tones I could never drift away Hate when I gotta come to the city Baby you can smell that shit it's number nine You not gone be the one that I'm gone wine and dine But baby you can go and be my one and done We walking in we hotter than the fucking sun And my brada walked in with his fucking gun Since the age of 8 knew I was the one I ain't got no cape I ain't saving none Like planet of the apes this shit going up Never going down a nigga going up All hard work nigga never luck Man these niggas pockets bout to shrivel up I been seeing green like the Riddler Yeah Yeah I just pulled up with four hoes nigga But they not for me, they for the bros Cause f*ck these hoes nigga Yeah Yeah Woah Pull up to a party yeah you know a nigga fucked up Sipping on this drank got a nigga bout to fall in love Why does this Bacardi got me feelin like a lover And my bitch mad cause I really just don't trust her Just don't trust her why I don't trust no bitch they just lie Why the f*ck these hoes just lie She want the money yeah she want the cash She want the hunnids yeah she want the bag She want the Fendi and she want it bad Baby come run up this bag Baby come shake that ass on Baby come rake this cash up Baby just pour me a glass up Pour it up Yeah But with all this money how the f*ck I'm gonna trust her Got religions on my ass, how the f*ck I'm butt hurt? Smokin on this gas got me feeling like I'm one with earth Shawty gave me top now I'm in a different universe