Papeman - Whale Planned

Free Willy, when I get on a song, my bars be well planned
I know he ain't no business man, he just tryna shake my left hand
Don't even smoke but perk be off the tree, Christmas decorations
I be doing Bitcoin, I'm in crypto like I'm courtside with the lakers
With this money, I'm picking up the pace but I ain't brushing my teeth
I went snorkeling out in Cuba, swear to God I hit a reef
My purple jeans filled with pink slips but I ain't unemployed
Taking trips to Miami and enjoying the May weather like I'm Floyd
I get the pack I ship it, bring me some drank, you know I'm sipping
$1300 for these shoes, boy you can't even find these Christmas
My fiend too old, he can show you a resume that's handwritten
Really be in the Stu, you might catch me next to a mic like I'm Scottie Pippen
Ayy
Don't be a foot locker, still be tryna soul search
You can use the light test, we ain't got no fake percs
Hunnid bands on the whip, two bands on my shirt and my denim
At Ruth's Chris, they already know I'm tipping like a starting center
Ay, this the beginning, I'm scratching the surface like a lottery ticket
Would've thought I was tryna rob a home run, how I'm out here jumping fences
I feel like Precious dawg, I'll do anything for that chicken
Mir pulled up with a bale, but he ain't doing no dismissing
Free Willy, when I get on a song, my bars be well planned
I know he ain't no business man, he just tryna shake my left hand
Don't even smoke but perk be off the tree, Christmas decorations
I be doing Bitcoin, I'm in crypto like I'm courtside with the Lakers
With this money, I'm picking up the pace but I ain't brushing my teeth
I went snorkeling out in Cuba, swear to God, I hit a reef
My purple jeans filled with pink slips but I ain't unemployed
Taking trips to Miami and enjoying the May weather like I'm Floyd, yeah
Kylyn be tripping, he be hitting blocks like he playing Jenga
My car paid off, you got a high note like a R&B singer
You tryna trap, I'm tryna sell out shows, venues and arenas
Don't play with pape, I can get you gone with just the point of a finger
Man, like a bad runner, I'm in Louis, they let me jump the line
Let the money counter run but I still be thumbing at the same time
My bracelet cost a dime
But watch the price fall during summertime

Written by:
Trayvon Burl

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