Presidential Lyrics

I hop out the foreign, yeah, I'ma just do what I do

I'm spending my cash in abundance, you say it's your city, I run it

Presidential, know some lil youngins with missiles

Hittin the range so they don't miss you

None of the homies gon' miss you, ride around like I'm bulletproof

Talk about me like you ain't got nothin' better to do

Them haters goin' out sad, I be out doin' them bad

I'm goin' up and they mad

Walk in the room and they lookin' at me like the hardest round

I just pulled up in a vroom vroom with a boom boom and a crowd

Don't be surprised when I'm takin' that crown

I used to trap out a Whataburger, if someone touch me committing murder

I get them out with that bond money, this that green, that oil money

I need the front end in all hunnids, I want it all and it's all comin

It's been a year and you still bummin', you say I'm the problem, well solve some, solve this

I been in the cut with a bad bitch, I been countin' up, gettin mad rich

They said I turned to a savage, and I said fuck a hater

I been in the cut, counted too much paper

I been on my grind, so I'll see you later

How you was my dawg and turned to a traitor

And you better catch up, know you as actors

I'm finna act up, gettin' my racks up, applyin' that pressure

Smokin' that ganja, and they never got it

Now that I'm up and they want me to stop it

New whip, I just copped it

In my own lane and I'm stackin' up profit

And I ain't got much to say

Just made a five-figure deposit, at BOA

And that's every day

I don't play bout money, try to run off, ain't no talkin

Skirtin' off with a bad bitch, in a foreign whip, no walkin

Bad bitches on my dick, I ain't even tryna fuck dawg

I just need me a lil' lick, this a real perc' not fentanyl

Got me high as a fuckin' bitch

Stackin' money to the ceiling

I ain't tryna rent a room down, I'ma get me the whole building

They just be talkin' a lot, talk

I be doin' what I want

They don't want no one-on-one

Better hope they brought their gun

Money, all I think about is money these days

I'm setting trends, ain't no ridin' no waves

Do what I want, ain't got nothin' to say

I need the hundred the blues, I ain't got nothin' to prove, ooh

I need my bitches in twos, so used to winnin', don't lose, lose

I'm bouta hop in a whip and just keep goin' straight, don't know which way to go

Just got done fuckin' my bitch, I was bending her over, she touchin' her toes