Lyrics Deposits - Matt Ox

Deposits

Oogie Mane, he killed it
I’m working on dying
Ayy, Brandon, man, why you—
I go to my bank and make deposits (Deposits)
Gucci, Louis, Fendi in my closet (My closet)
All my diamonds dripping like a faucet (A faucet)
I be spitting facts just like a prophet (A prophet)
I’m a businessman, I’m getting profit (check, check)
So much money that I threw out wallets (Wallets)
I be rocking Designer that’s foreign
If you is a lame I’ma notice (Notice)
I’ve been working on dying, might need insurance
I see right through you boys like you transparent
I’ve been touring so much, feel like a tourist
I love the guap, I hate the clout, I’ve got no option
I’m so sick of these lames, I’m 'bout to vomit
I be chasing that cash I look like Sonic
All my homies on a mission, I be swaggin', I be pimpin'
They wanna hear me, wanna listen
Yeah, I’m flexed up and I’m lifted
I’ve been flexing so much that my haters got depression
I’m 'bout to be on XXL, not even a freshman
I swear living like this is a blessing
I grew up in the streets, I was finessing (Finessing)
I be stacking money up just like Tetris (Tetris)
I turned flexing in the trenches to a mansion
I go to my bank and make deposits (Deposits)
Gucci, Louis, Fendi in my closet (My closet)
All my diamonds dripping like a faucet (Drip, drip)
I be spitting facts just like a prophet
I’m a businessman, I’m getting profit (Profit)
So much money that I threw out wallets (Yeah, yeah)
I be rocking Designer that’s foreign (Foreign)
If you is a lame I’ma notice (Notice)