W.L.B. Lyrics

Okay I break it down roll it up flame it up

Look in the mirror and I'm out the door

Go out to breakfast a regular day

But I look like I just left a show

I had a 7, I went to a zip (hit me!)

Now I got za for the low

If you need hit me 312-361- nah im playing look

Wassup lil bitch (WASSUP!)

I been gettin rich

Taking trips

Making lil flips

Took a long time, brick by brick

Double C, CC mmm super thick

Keys in ignition hit 7/11 got 91 on the pump

Akaline water pack of cones and a pack of blunts

Bag of the chips

Chips with the dip

All My haters getting sick

No debating not at all top 10 put me in

Big facts

No hate

Cmon dawg check the scoreboard

If I keep going at this rate

Next up is the world tour

Telling me to turn it down

Middle finger to my landlord

Pop the bottle celebrate

Champagne spillin on the floor

Wassup lil hoe

Met you at the show

Never hit your phone (my bad!)

I been getting dough

Wassup lil bitch (WASSUP!)

I been gettin rich

Taking trips

Making lil flips

Been out the way I been leveling up

Hustle hustling stacking it up

Bubbling bubbling im out Dublin

Runner man runner man feelin like the money man

We got pounds of tree

I'm in the jungle man

Whatcha say,

I'm too high come again

I'm too high, I could fly

Cut my wings, nice try 


JAMS rep the chi till I die

They call me easy money

Ima boss he a buddy

Lookin rich when I'm bummy

Rose in my tummy

She getting nervous around you

Round me she get slutty

Passport, stamp

Where we at out the country

Studio set up in the hotelli

Whole lotta weed whole lotta Henny

Right now my only goal making a milli

Need me a condo on top of city

Wassup lil hoe

Met you at the show

Never hit your phone (my bad!)

I been getting dough

Wassup lil bitch (WASSUP!)

I been gettin rich

Taking trips

Making lil flips

Wassup lil hoe

Met you at the show

Never hit your phone (my bad!)

I been getting dough

Wassup lil bitch (WASSUP!)

I been gettin rich

Taking trips

Making lil flips