Lyrics finally up - bbno$

finally up

30k up on a 30k, up now
Waking up in different places
Bitch, you don't fuck with my vibe
I ain't talking to lame, where's my homie Ari Starace is?
All of my bills, yeah they gotta be blue
I apologize if it's racist
Thou shall not start it while discussing my p-p-p-p-payments (bbno$)
Pay me, bitch

I'm in my bag, I'm in your bitch, I'm in my element
She educating with that brain, she real intelligent
You want that beef, then you gon get caught like it's Wellington
Now walking, swanging big dick, take a measurement
She got too much ass, got me tweaking, check the Fitbit
Loaded on her chest, I ain't talking hieroglyphics
You should tape your mouth and go bank 'cause you are chinless
Whip lifted, and my rims they spin like fidget

Fuck a 360, crankin' 90 then I add it
Baby, I'm that guy, think it's finally time we finally said it
Hit 'em with the one, two, yeah I made them call the medic
Money on, my money, money on my name and don't forget it

You think I need a bitch?
I'm begging for the friend zone
I shoot, I never miss, I heard you need a lesson
This baby's off the shits, I'm in your girlie's mansion
(My bad, my bad, my bad) Yeah
Brand-new shoes, brand-new pants, yes it cost me many bands
Your girl just a backup plan, signing you like

Future crib in

Funjob on me, cash at hand
How the fuck you always in the gym but you're resisting to these bands?
We're all gonna it like it's morning after Ramadan
You should run in duh, 'less you're trying to get Donald on
Bands on bands on bands, yeah, this shit really go on and on
Boy you love to glaze, yeah, you rolling like a Cinnabon

Fuck a 360, crankin' 90 then I add it
Baby, I'm that guy, think it's finally time we finally said it
Hit 'em with the one, two, yeah I made them call the medic
Money on, my money, money on my name and don't forget it

We finally up, we finally up, yeah
We finally up, we finally up, yeah
We finally up, we finally up, yeah
We finally up, we finally up, yeah

It's such a pretty day, I'm talking to the world
I'm feeling disconnected, still gon' make the call
Oh, have you felt like this

If it's all black and white I wonder why I fall

Got a brand-new chain
It's a brand-new game
Roll day, all my payroll ain't low
(Spinning this shit, spinning this shit, spinning this shit)
Blow ghost, I ain't playing ho Halo
(Running that shit, running that shit, running that)

Yeah, I'm up real good, and I made them millions, all my fault
Swipe my card, I don' think twice, that's how I ball (Swish)
Even my money got money, yeah, you ain't money at all (Got no money)
In the crib with the boys and the dogs, so you know I ain't taking no call