Bill Gates

Call me Bill Gates

I told that bitch to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me

Uh, ya heard me

I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me and imma come through when you need me bitch

Ya heard me bitch

Bitch, ya heard me bitch!

Silk sweaters dirty berettas and petty vendettas

Niggas is jealous I get it bring it when it wherever

Court dates and caskets I'm tryna stay composed

Out on bond, on the run, won't ever sell my soul

Doing bad I showed up my connect a cool mil

At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels

Or at the palms and I know the feds across the hall

I got a bitch who licking balls my back against the wall

All black photographs that speak a million words

One selfie with me and they think you're dealing birds

Louis towels and the Gucci slides

Bill Gates still real when it's out of style

I want it all, Wingstops on every corner

I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana

Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal

They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real

They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates

Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight

They started waving flags when the ruckus came

Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange

Crack money night sweats, wake up in nice sweats

Homemade key lime pie we cutting slices

All my people eat at the table when we say our grace

One eye open for the shooters who wanna take my place

Twelve disciples, I got two shooters nigga ten bodies

Caught a few niggas living think that I ain't bout it

Thinkin shirts blood stained come with the drug game

Cell phones tapped fast money and cum stains

Public defenders say a number and you niggas tremble

Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we'll put a bullet in you

Louis towels and the Gucci slides

Bill Gates still real when it's out of style

I want it all, Wingstops on every corner

I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana

Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal

They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real

They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates

Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight

They started waving flags when the ruckus came

Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange

Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat

Finger licking laugh over lobster in the front seat

Niggas follow me in hopes of finding my stash box

In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top

Look around I smile at you as I'm looking down

Bill Gates that red chevy it be thumping loud

I put my niggas on they feet we can't be fucking up

So fuck a hundred bricks, flip a hundred restaurants

I want it all, Wingstops on every corner

I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana

Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal

They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real

They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates

Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight

They started waving flags when the ruckus came

Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange