Peyton Back In '98 Lyrics

Wooo

Fatal, zip

L-U-X-E-B-O-Y money sign

You know what time it is baby

It's Mr. C-O-L-D himself man

Zero degrees

Look, mmm

Niggas already know man

I'm the coldest to ever do it

You know it

You feel me

The one to get the job done

You know what I'm saying

Ha, look

And nigga I don't really give a fuck

Who hate and who don't like

You could either fuck with me or don't

I don't really give a fuck nigga

I'mma do whatever the fuck I want to do

When I do it

I promise, look

Zip, fatal, look

Orchestrating plays I had to network

Till my net worth up

Peyton back in '98

Highlights on the first take

Pesos I accumulate

The illest let me demonstrate

The opps watch me obliterate

Come from nothing can't relate

I illustrate like copy and paste

Different steez authenticate

Studying like educate, yeah

Aye, same 24 hours why you feel a way

Never did complain about the pain and never tame

Never did complain about my life, it made the man

No silver spoons around

Got plastic forks

Got paper plate

Remember up in art class, making paper planes

See now we flying jets, G5 state to state

See I was once lost

Till I finally found a way

Huh, had to re-arrange had to make a change

Fuck your feelings don't give a fuck

I be laughing to the bank

Bank

Bank

Bank

Bank