Bubblin

Look at you go

Okay you bubblin'

Look, go

Go

Look at you go

Okay you bubblin'

Look

Yeah

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin'

Look at the cash, look at the cash comin' in

Come get your man, this lil nigga buggin' me

Did you see the bag? Quit all that jaw-jackery

Don't need to pass me that, I don't want none of it (yeah)

These niggas mad about it, had enough of it

Woah, watch what you're sayin', how they're poppin' and shakin'

Got me hot as a laser, my posse deep and iratin'

And we act a fool for the paper

Had a dream and I made it

El Camino on Dayton's

Vintage Guess over Bape

Put the bread on me bitch

Bitch you bet Imma bake it

Piggy flat in a blanket, I might just roll out today

I might just roll out to Vegas, head back to my old ways

Pop the roof from the Asian hoes and do blow all day

Look at me baby

Look at me baby

Don't I look like a million

I'm 'bout to clean out the safe

D-don't I look like somebody that just embodyin' everything

All that talkin is great but I don't be talkin' I air it out

All the problems have gotten easy to bury

I'd rather drown in them Hendrick's, I'd rather kiss on my Mary

I been broker way longer than I been rich so until it levels out

Imma take your mama to the Marriott and wear it out

Took me so long to get it, gonna spread it out

Let 'em know all about it when I'm dead and gone

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)

Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay you bubblin')

Look at the cash (look)

Bubblin' (go)

One in the hand (look)

One in the hand (go)

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)

Look at the cash, look at the cash, bubblin' (okay you bubblin')

Look at the cash (look)

Bubblin'

I'ma need all the fries you can give me

All the hot sauce, all the pie you can give me

Better be all or nothin', don't have me in the middle

You better be all you can, get higher than the limit

Simplify for the Dumbos

Plenty slides, I could shuffle

Hit the cadence with my young bitch

Isaac Hayes, Billy Ocean

But the old hoe with the cane stick

Left my slippers at the function

It's hard to run in Gucci slides

Chick I thought you said you didn't have a husband

I'ma stud, no cuckold

Jackie Chan, no travel

Can't kill up with the beat

Blood drippin' from the cutthroats

No Lord, not me, I can never be the one you wanna stunt for

Money, money, the machine

Guns, freak the Ferragamo store

R.I.P. to times that I was broke

Hopped in like the 911 Porsche

Matte black, lookin' clean

Dead prezi's in an envelope

Cookin up kanat

Waitin for the antidote

Runnin' outta town

Patience thinner than her pantyhose

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)

Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay you bubblin')

Look at the cash (look)

Bubblin' (go)

One in the hand (look)

One in the hand (go)

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)

Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay you bubblin')

Look at the cash (look)

Bubblin'