J3mob - playoffs in boston

I'm out front, I'm out front, got a bad bitch at the door, yelling let me in, let me in
I got another one coming, that bitch got a twin, twin, I just be counting up money
I need me like ten, ten, bands, bands, front, end, god, damn, we go all in
Aint no more talkin', got em all mad as fuck, got em all walkin' out
Hop on a flight, I'm in Boston, middle of playoffs, they playin' Milwaukee now
Middle of summer, I'm making a bang, rich by December, i'm hitting the bank
Got a new whip, got candy paint, it's a game over, look at the fat woman singin'
Big bro got some felonies waitin', yeah, but I just be sitting here patient
Make enough money, I'm finna blow it like Spaceship, diamonds on my tooth got me tasteless
Living my life, got no limitation, I just cut the top off the coupe, now it's brainless
A-list, fuck with me, she know I'm getting famous
I'm out front, I'm out front, got a bad bitch at the door, yelling let me in, let me in
I got another one coming, that bitch got a twin, twin, I just be counting up money
I need me like ten, ten, bands, bands, front, end, god, damn, we go all in
when I'm down in Boston, all my racks, rocket up, still feel I can't fall in love
it's okay, that you not the one, thought I was friendly, now I feel like I'm an enemy
I got a hundred dollars in my pocket, a centipede, apparently, all of your words have been tearing me
All your dexterity, I don't want nobody's charity, wow, I had to go get a round, I saw your bitch in the back of the crowd
wow, we only smoke by the pound, now, we gotta do this shit now, flew into Vegas
Atlanta next day, gotta stu wit me when I ride around in LA, money so focused, I minimize pain
I was keeping shit rolling, I only see great,
I'm out front, I'm out front, got a bad bitch at the door, yelling let me in, let me in
I got another one coming, that bitch got a twin, twin, I just be counting up money
I need me like ten, ten, bands, bands, front, end, god, damn, we go all in
Aint no more talkin', got em all mad as fuck, got em all walkin' out
Hop on a flight, I'm in Boston, middle of playoffs, they playin' Milwaukee now
Middle of summer, I'm making a bang, rich by December, i'm hitting the bank
Got a new whip, got candy paint, it's a game over, look at the fat woman singin'
Big bro got some felonies waitin', yeah, but I just be sitting here patient
Make enough money, I'm finna blow it like Spaceship, diamonds on my tooth got me tasteless
Living my life, got no limitation, I just cut the top off the coupe, now it's brainless
A-list, fuck with me, she know I'm getting famous

Written by:
Chandler Vose, Shyon Hashemi

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