BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc. Look at my bank account (you dig? Gun 'em down (bih, yeah) with a. I'm tryna take your girl. I been going through paranoia. Why is you over here? But this time I'm gon' be quiet (this time).
All rights reserved. Ya dig (uh, hoo) 999 shit, ayy (hoo). It's goin' down, hoo). I don't want that title now. I got the M&M's (millions) called my mom, told her I made it. 50 round, hoo, ayy). Matter fact, fuck that shit, I'm rich, you can keep it.
Da–, that's the world we live in now. 'Cause all the legends seem to die out. Written by: David Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Jared Higgins, Russell Chell. Maybe flex with some diamonds and pearls, yeah. I'm O. C., three-gram Wood full of OG (huh). Iron on me, hoo-hoo, that's a Tony Stark, yeah. Sippin' lean, cliché, I still do it anyway. So I always gotta keep a gun. Me and you lyrics juice wrld. What the f— is this 'bout? We ain't making it past 21. I usually have an answer to the question.
Aim at your body parts, yeah, take off your body parts, yeah. So much money, damn it, I forgot to count (cash, cash, cash, you dig? Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh bitch, I need it. My mind is foggy, I'm so confused. The cruel cold world, what is it coming to? Shoot 'em down (bow) with a. On the run juice wrld lyrics. I'm swingin' when I'm off the ecstasy (uh) that's a molly park, yeah. Rich niggas over here (they over here, huh) yeah. All legends fall in the making. But he's still armed and dangerous, he'll pop at a stranger. I get the cash, I'm out (yeah, hoo) I do the dash, I'm out (you dig? Run the town (what? ) I get the cash, I'm out (look, uh) I just be cashin' out (you dig?
Last time, it was the drugs he was lacing. Yeah, mama, your son too famous (yeah) he on everybody playlist. Yeah, hold on, just hear me out. Sippin' hard, gun on me, no need for bodyguard.