Christo Amp & BrentZakie - Interlude

The champ is here
Got a Prada bag with Gucci laces (Gucci laces)
Skrt Skrt in a Benz (Benz), yea, watch me race it (Race it)
Diamonds really costly, my bitch bad, she bossy
Poppin' percs and oxys (Percs), movin' slow like zombies (Percs)
I'm flexin' on these niggas (Yea, yea) and I know they really hate it (Yea)
Count up up this paper, all the money, yea, I'm chasin' (Yea) (Bitch)
Throwin' ones on your bitch, she really naked (Wettin' your bitch)
Yea, I'm cookin' on the stove I'm really bakin'
Yea, I'm sipping on the Henny, what I'm drankin' (Drankin')
Only money that is what I'm thinkin' (Thinkin', thinkin')
Never speak, only talk to Franklin (Bitch)
Same nigga on the gang, I'm never changin'
Smokin Cali, uh, drinkin' Bombay, uh
Shout out Valee, I want a Beyoncé
Excuse me, I forgot your name
I don't care unless you are paid
93, blow gas like propane
All year, all day, take off no days
My new bitch she like my stease, cuff my jeans
Versace frames when I see, clarity
I stay trappin' you know me
I count money, one, two, three
Mind my business, smoke my weed
If you broke, can't smoke with me
Got me a pack of the cannabis
Travelin' back to residence
Dodgin' the penitentiary
I'm out here tryna get presidents
Talkin' blue hunnids with the strip
Want my chips with the dip
Straight pimp with the limp
Backwood on my lip
Might drown from the drip
Simp, simp

Written by:
Brent Pradia, Christopher Amponsah

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