MUSHROOMS

I got homies that know I do well
Bank account in the Ms. I don't sell
One, two, three I've been breathing Chanel
Pvt on the crib I won't tell
I don't mess with designers I got my own stylist
She pushing a M in Duvel
I'm surrounded by ballers, we hang with the finest
Some rich niggas up in the hills

I got way too many gold digging exes
That's messed up
I ain't got enough niggas that really even been on my level
Better catch up
When I run my mouth, I always finish in first
That's a medal
I won't pay for strippers, but I might just pay for some percs
Getting zooted we taking it back to Ibiza
I'm financially free I don't need ya
I ain't saying it twice
Or I'll wish you goodnight
I might send up some ops to decease ya
I been playing the game like it's Fifa
Kill the controls, I'm so good I don't need 'em
I'd feel bad if I wanted to be ya
But I've been myself, I've been feeling like Meezus

I got homies that know I do well
Bank account in the Ms. I don't sell
One, two, three I've been breathing Chanel
Pvt on the crib I won't tell
I don't mess with designers I got my own stylist
She pushing a M in Duvel
I'm surrounded by ballers, we hang with the finest
Some rich niggas up in the hills

See the future like a fortune teller
I am steller, I am not an earthly dweller
When I jump on the beat, man I'm jumping like vector
She belling my ring, so I'm calling her Hector
It ain't no pressure, do better
Party in the hills, feeling like Heather
Fucking around, I just fester my cheddar
It's cold on my neck, I ain't checking the weather
Hand me a shroom, I went straight to the moon
I've been the best since I came out the womb
Realler than real, gon be up in my tune
We never down, be coming back soon
Fuck wit a fake, they be loony like toons
Went to the stu, had to get back in tune
I'm always working, I'm running on fumes
Want a mansion with a couple of rooms
Skee, skee, skee
I fuck with weed and go sell me a key
Before we go party, we gotta go pre
Niggas they biting, they on me like fleas
I want my shawty, she singing like glee
Cop me a stick, let it spray like the sea
Feeling like Moses, they following me
She feel like a bird cause she swallowing me

I got homies that know I do well
Bank account in the Ms. I don't sell
One, two, three I've been breathing Chanel
Pvt on the crib I won't tell
I don't mess with designers I got my own stylist
She pushing a M in Duvel
I'm surrounded by ballers, we hang with the finest
Some rich niggas up in the hills