Mason G - Figure 8

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I told my bros just so they know, If I do make it they're gettin' their share
Treat all my brothers like kings I'll be damned if I'm treatin' them fair (Yeah)
I want a million billions, wanna be the first quadrillionaire
Manifest days we ain't regular civilians and livin' our lives like we're already there
I wanna ride shotgun in Alex's McClaren with both windows down and my own music blarin'
Hop out the four-door while dripped Dior from my head to the floor
I know they see what I'm wearin' I never be carin, I got the paparazzi stoppin' and starin'
They don't believe that I got all these motherfuckin bands then I flex just to make it apparent
Kickin' my feet up, sippin' lemonade, I ain't even do shit, I'm still gettin paid
Their money's on thin ice, like some figure skates
My money been nice, I got figure 8's
I wanted to bag that lil' shawty, she said that I could if I bought her a fur sweater
So I pulled out her tracks and then dropped a few racks but to me that's as light as a bird feather
I hit it so good, she limp when she walkin' No dental care, I be flossin
They asking Mason why you tryna make it rappin'? I tell them there's no other option
Couple mil' for the Gatti, Lamb truck and Ferrari
Then I might go cop a Maserati, do what they want they can't tell me shit
The sun may go down but my crew still lit, I'm with the same homies till the end
Ain't an amount that I can't spend, They cannot fuck with me cause I been
Kickin' my feet up, sippin' lemonade, I ain't even do shit, I'm still gettin paid
Their money's on thin ice, like some figure skates
My money been nice, I got figure 8's

Written by:
Mason Givens

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