Label Lyrics

(Yeah)

(Uh hun)

(Yeah)

(I cannot- for the label)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

I won't do shit for the label

I got my wrist off the pavement

We collect heads for the payment

I'm tryna take off like spaceships

I'm at the Aria Vegas

(I got these boots from Bottega)

I'm bouta laugh to the bank

And go pay my lil homie

Just upped on his rank

(Yeah)

These niggas talking like bitches

Go cut off his hand cause he wrote on that statement

I got a fetish for money, I need it right now

Why you testing my patience

I will not talk to these niggas bout money

Ain't got it? Then no conversation

(Yeah)

This Benz fully loaded

Maybach with a chauffeur

Ain't smoking, just pour up some potion

(Yeah)

Just found a new grower his prices be lower

Got purple hairs, I like the odor

I got a cougar bitch I like 'em older

Yellow with blue hair like my name was Homer

Talk to the God, devil all my shoulder

I need some new ice my heart getting colder

Matte black the Scaglietti

I'm hot as hell but this ice came from Fevzi

5980 just upgrade the presi

My new bitches love me

They old niggas hating

Peanut butter guts but the shoes is margelly

HAC 55 but my bitch want a Kelly

I'm new school high box like the Chevy

That money a must I don't care if you smell me

(Yeah)

My back on the ropes

Infinity Cuban bitch I need the most

Board a G5 just to travel the globe

I'm working hard we ain't having no hope

Raise up your glasses, it's time for a toast

Since my shooter a demon, just bought him a ghost

He said he want that new FN Scar with the scope

We on a yacht, this location remote

(Yeah)

So why would you doubt me

Cartier lenses but my vision cloudy

Can't trust these women they set you like diamonds

I give my all to the money I promise

I won't say shit cause the brokest, the loudest

Watch for these niggas they play it the foulest

We want his head we ain't stopping the violence

Money green Pradas, the same color vomit