Fantasy (feat. Offset)

(Ayo Bandplay)

Woah, woah

Let's go, let's go

Woah, woah

Let's go, let's go

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (Uh)

Keep the beef street, we can handle it man

B*tch bad and bougie, she glamourous

Buy her own Gucci, Channel when she pamperin' (Nah)

You right this sh*t wasn't my fantasy

Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it (Woah)

If I drop a bag, I need bandages

In love with the money, I count it romantically

Get to the money, keep stackin' it

Me falling off, no, I can't see that happening

Wanna see mama 'nem living happily

House in the hills, that b*tch look like a factory

Run it up, I expanded my salary

Reach for these chains, turn the show to a tragedy

My grandma been sayin' I'm a masterpiece

Foot on they neck, no, these n*gg*s can't handle me

I'm a king, yeah, they call me "Your majesty"

Gotta move smart 'cause them folks tryna hassle me

I remember when my teachers doubted me

Now I pop sh*t in the school and he faculty

Space coupe with no roof, see the galaxy

I hit your b*tch from the back on the balcony

Uh, AR-15, it shoot rapidly

Tryna hit something, no, I'm not with the cappery (Nah)

N*gg* know I'm on top with the rappin' sh*t

Tryna knock me out my spot, I ain't havin' it

Yeah, I used to be broke, now I'm havin' it

Drip every day in they face like a mannequin

If I up, I'ma shoot, I ain't panickin'

I chase the Perc' with the Wock' tryna balance it

I f**ked her and her friend on some mummy sh*t

Is she find out it's collateral damage (Uh)

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (Uh)

Keep the beef street, we can handle it man

B*tch bad and bougie, she glamourous

Buy her own Gucci, Channel when she pamperin' (Nah)

You right this sh*t wasn't my fantasy

Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it (Woah)

If I drop a bag, I need bandages

In love with the money, I count it romantically

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (Uh)

Keep the beef street, we can handle it man

B*tch bad and bougie, she glamourous

Buy her own Gucci, Channel when she pamperin' (Nah)

You right this sh*t wasn't my fantasy

Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it (Woah)

If I drop a bag, I need bandages

In love with the money, I count it romantically (Woo, Offset)

I see a opp and I damage him (Opp)

7.62, he a pack like some cannabis (He a pack)

Private the jet when I'm landin' it (Jet)

I want my money right now, I'm demandin' it (Now)

I was the one on the block that was handlin'

Mama was panickin', fresh like a mannequin

Packs in the cabinet, diamonds is candlelit

Dracs with the switches,s someone call the ambulance (Grrah)

OG my drip like some cameras and drones

I walk out the house and I put that sh*t on (Put it on)

Smell the cologne, Des Gar?ons (Guess)

Patek two-toned, that show that I'm grown (Grown)

I'm having cash, I don't need a loan (Cash)

Look at my b*tch, see bad to the bone (Bad)

Look at her wrist, she got skeleton bones (Skeleton)

Four hours on, I'll spin on my own (Hey)

Back to back 'Lambos and Maybachs, I'm creepin' (Skirt)

She see a star, want a picture, I freeze her (Freeze)

My bitch don't be f**kin' with that sh*t, she a diva (Nah)

I know these thottie lil' bitches be evil (Evil)

We send the shots like injecting a needle (Bow)

Running up the hundred racks, trap like a speaker (Racks)

She a bad bitch got her own, she a keeper (Keeper)

Dope boy, dope boy, Forgies on a Regal (Dope)

Ho boy, you was on the field cheerleading (Ho)

Five me and Richard when I walk up out a meeting (Yes sir)

Five on a Richard and it's going up on media (Uh)

Get it back, repeat, f**k her then delete it (Go)

Pull up in a 'Ghini, man, I used to be a needy (Skrrt)

Gotta get your money, but you never be greedy (Racks)

Magic like a genie, I can beat it while I'm heated (Beat it)

I'm heated, let the choppa sing like Alliyah (Ayy)

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (Uh)

Keep the beef street, we can handle it man

B*tch bad and bougie, she glamourous

Buy her own Gucci, Channel when she pamperin' (Nah)

You right this sh*t wasn't my fantasy

Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it (Woah)

If I drop a bag, I need bandages

In love with the money, I count it romantically

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (Uh)

Keep the beef street, we can handle it man

B*tch bad and bougie, she glamourous

Buy her own Gucci, Channel when she pamperin' (Nah)

You right this sh*t wasn't my fantasy

Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it (Woah)

If I drop a bag, I need bandages

In love with the money, I count it romantically (Woo)