LAS VEGAS Lyrics

Las Vegas, La Ferrari, crash that bitch and buy a new Ferrari

Niggas mad I'm in my bag forever lit we making hits regardless

Applying pressure to these niggas, can't take the heat, they know I'm the hottest

Nigga mad I fucked this bitch, call him Will Smith cause we fucked in August

Told E to grab the money counter so we can money and go split the profits

Private plane headed straight to Bali, smoking Cali weed this shit real exotic

Told niggas go and get the fan, because I'm heating up I always been the hottest

They say more money bring more problems, but the money solving all my fucking problems

New money, yeah that shit coming in, Las Vegas been back doing bids

Thousand dollar fit, headed to the Inn, only day ones, cut off fake friends

Las Vegas been back doing bids, thousand dollar fit, headed to the Inn,

Only day ones, cut off fake friends, Shout out baby, that's my favorite Idol

12 round, I'm tryna win the title

Bullet flying, he got hit with Hollows, diss the gang you won't see tomorrow

Got some money yeah I'm turning shit up, fifty thousand what the fuck is a dub

In love with music man this shit hella fun, Trackhawk swapped Hellephant go dumb

Watch this bitch take off, Champion ring like I finished the playoffs

This that Las Vegas, jump up out that coupe, then I hop in the ghost

I got foreign bitches tryna suck and fuck on the low

F&N got 22.3's we gon' let that shit blow

If you lookin' for me, you can find me, posted up in

Las Vegas, La Ferrari, crash that bitch and buy a new Ferrari

Niggas mad I'm in my bag forever lit we making hits regardless

Applying pressure to these niggas, can't take the heat, they know I'm the hottest

Nigga mad I fucked this bitch, call him Will Smith cause we fucked in August

Told E to grab the money counter so we can money and go split the profits

Private plane headed straight to Bali, smoking Cali weed this shit real exotic

Told niggas go and get the fan, because I'm heating up I always been the hottest

They say more money bring more problems, but the money solving all my fucking problems

The devil plotting think he want my soul for real, poppin' Perks and crackin' seals

I've been on that shit for real, Zombieland when I'm off the Percs

Swear to God, I love the thrill, yeah, yeah

Pop up out that cut, we hit his ass with that

Mr. Pop up with that cut we hit his ass with that

Bitches wanna fuck, I said I can't cause I got

Tanaa been the man, yeah, he got guap and he got bands, yeah

Flights to L.A.X. I got two foreign hoes, trynna give me head

Told E to grab the money counter so we can money and go split the profits

Private plane headed straight to Bali, smoking Cali weed this shit real exotic

Told niggas go and get the fan, because I'm heating up I always been the hottest

They say more money bring more problems, but the money solving all my fucking problems