3 Shows ft. ChrisTracy Lyrics

Yeah, ayy

Lotta bands keep bustin' up my pants

Got hoes, we makin' a mess

Got a couple chains on cost ten

In the back of that whip it's tint

I'ma call her up and her friends

Geek in the chrome heart lens

Stuffin' a hunnid K in

I'm gettin' money and minding my business, bitch

Put this shit on in a minute

Wrist so cold, it's a freezer

Spent big racks, made a killin

Three shows, I just made a million

Driving fast car ima drift it, penthouse suite getting lifted

Ride around, brand new car

Got a bad bitch by my side

Upgrading my life

These pockets, they ain't never gon' dry

I promise I don't get no fucks

Bout a hater, I'm countin' up bucks

Got some ice in my cup and it's crushed

Got a butler cookin' my lunch

Every time I step outside, I put the swag on and get fly

Overseas drip for the garments

And I got your bitch eat it up like she's starving

Whole lot of Chrome heart shit

Lied to the bitch when i told her i was heartless

I'm gettin' high on a off-white carpet

Yeah, ayy

Lotta bands keep bustin' up my pants

Got hoes, we makin' a mess

Got a couple chains on cost ten

In the back of that whip it's tint

I'ma call her up and her friends

Geek in the chrome heart lens

Stuffin' a hunnid K in

I'm gettin' money and minding my business, bitch

Put this shit on in a minute

Wrist so cold, it's a freezer

Spent big racks, made a killin

Three shows, I just made a million

Driving fast car ima drift it, penthouse suite getting lifted