Coupe Freestyle

Yuh, Yuh Ayy, Ayy, Yeah (Produced by BlackMayo) Uh Blue hundreds in pockets I'm feeling so crippy I don't need friends, niggas too iffy Racks in the bank My money stay crispy She kiss on the dick And I play with her titties Caramel skin, she looking so pretty Feeling so jiggy Keep real niggas with me (Uh) I cannot quit, I cannot stop Getting them pounds and I go to the top Ain't loving these girls F*ck and kick them out Hop on a plane and We go different routes Stacking my bread Till I buy my own house Niggas be dissing And bitches be pouting Fly like a falcon My head in the clouds I don't f*ck with rats But get cheese like a mouse Walk in my crib, Versace my couch Counting my green, Brussel sprouts Walk In the room and I start an earthquake Stepping in diamonds I flooded the lake They loving my style But they cannot take Surrounded by love But these niggas they hate Prada my clothes I don't do bathing ape High off the Shrooms So I'm wearing my shades Swear to God Man I don't have no shame I'll run in your house and I'll open the safe Dunno about these lames but I'm tryna get paid Neat like a barber I'll give you a fade Gun like a barber I'll give you a shape-up Balling like James? I f*ck with the Lakers Walk in the crib Get used to the acres Wallet so thick It's like a newspaper You surfing a wave? But my flow is wavier House by the beach I live on vacation