"FORGERY" lyrics
Are you in the Mafia?
All this money in the room, how she ain't gon' wanna fuck? (How?)
Eighty bands on me now like I'm 'bout to buy a duft
Draggin' bags out of Saks to the car, I need a truck
They can't kick the door now, it's too much work we gotta flush
Trust, I ain't worried 'bout these niggas 'cause the Lord with me
All the rich hoes need to report to me (Come here)
All my exes get a bad report from me, they copyin' my lines, this shit forgery
I ain't really happy with these racks 'cause I want more for me
My DM lookin' like I'm Chris Brown or somethin'
Done already, this must be a turnaround or somethin'
Told the lil' ho it's now or never, let me know what's up
FN hit his head, I seen it open up (Damn)
I'm all in New York in Time Square, 30 pokin' out (You see this bitch)
She paid a lil' couple for that ass (Ayy), so she poke it out (Ayy, ayy)
Used to think the world 'bout the same bitch, that's nothin' now
Camo on with choppers, oh, we hunters now? (Brrt)
Blues just hit my phone talkin' 'bout meet him, he in Hunter's Point
Get a nigga smoked like he in a joint
Give these niggas— boy, you get the point
Same niggas on these rap songs take the [?]
If my bitch don't get shit, she gon' get the coins
Who gon' die first, you or your mans? Y'all can flip a coin
Sometimes I gotta pop a Perc' just to get me goin'
Moncler cost twenty-two hundred just to keep me warm (Ice, ice)
Maybe you should be happy that a nigga made this much throwin'
All this money in the room, how she ain't gon' wanna fuck? (How?)
Eighty bands on me now like I'm 'bout to buy a duft
Draggin' bags out of Saks to the car, I need a truck
They can't kick the door now, it's too much work we gotta flush
Trust, I ain't worried 'bout these niggas 'cause the Lord with me (Am I in the what?)
All the rich hoes need to report to me (Come here)
All my exes get a bad report from me, they copyin' my lines, this shit forgery
I ain't really happy with these racks 'cause I want more for me
AP cost a brick of dog (Rrr), ain't no drugs involved
Money in the wall just in case a nigga ever fall (I ever fall)
He think this a Perc' 30, he don't know it's fentanyl (Dumbass)
I was in the county with a seven underneath my balls
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I got God with me (God with me)
Youngin got some Tris', pour a five with me (Pour up)
Break the bitch a piece of dick off properly (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm lookin' like I lucked up on the lottery (Mega Millions)
Nigga need to get back in the bed, think 'bout robbin' me (Go back to sleep)
Every other day, I'm M.I.A to a different state
Bitch bring me 1942, not no [?]
The judge hit bro with a jersey, he play for the State
Boys in the hood, I be dope boy [?]
All this money in the room, how she ain't gon' wanna fuck? (How?)
Eighty bands on me now like I'm 'bout to buy a duft
Draggin' bags out of Saks to the car, I need a truck
They can't kick the door now, it's too much work we gotta flush
Trust, I ain't worried 'bout these niggas 'cause the Lord with me
All the rich hoes need to report to me (Come here)
All my exes get a bad report from me, they copyin' my lines, this shit forgery
I ain't really happy with these racks 'cause I want more for me
You have one minute remaining
Okay, yup, yup, alright, I got you, man, I got you, um
Damn, I'ma, I'ma holler at Dot, bro, I'ma holler at Dot and grab them songs, I'm just lettin' you know I'ma set it up for you, I'ma take care of you, make sure you straight
I'ma call Dot as soon as we get off the phone
I love you too, bro
Make sure you call me, nigga, I—
It don't matter if you think I'm sleep, nigga, call me
Alright, I got you
Alright, bro
All this money in the room, how she ain't gon' wanna fuck? (How?)
Eighty bands on me now like I'm 'bout to buy a duft
Draggin' bags out of Saks to the car, I need a truck
They can't kick the door now, it's too much work we gotta flush
Trust, I ain't worried 'bout these niggas 'cause the Lord with me
All the rich hoes need to report to me (Come here)
All my exes get a bad report from me, they copyin' my lines, this shit forgery
I ain't really happy with these racks 'cause I want more for me
My DM lookin' like I'm Chris Brown or somethin'
Done already, this must be a turnaround or somethin'
Told the lil' ho it's now or never, let me know what's up
FN hit his head, I seen it open up (Damn)
I'm all in New York in Time Square, 30 pokin' out (You see this bitch)
She paid a lil' couple for that ass (Ayy), so she poke it out (Ayy, ayy)
Used to think the world 'bout the same bitch, that's nothin' now
Camo on with choppers, oh, we hunters now? (Brrt)
Blues just hit my phone talkin' 'bout meet him, he in Hunter's Point
Get a nigga smoked like he in a joint
Give these niggas— boy, you get the point
Same niggas on these rap songs take the [?]
If my bitch don't get shit, she gon' get the coins
Who gon' die first, you or your mans? Y'all can flip a coin
Sometimes I gotta pop a Perc' just to get me goin'
Moncler cost twenty-two hundred just to keep me warm (Ice, ice)
Maybe you should be happy that a nigga made this much throwin'
All this money in the room, how she ain't gon' wanna fuck? (How?)
Eighty bands on me now like I'm 'bout to buy a duft
Draggin' bags out of Saks to the car, I need a truck
They can't kick the door now, it's too much work we gotta flush
Trust, I ain't worried 'bout these niggas 'cause the Lord with me (Am I in the what?)
All the rich hoes need to report to me (Come here)
All my exes get a bad report from me, they copyin' my lines, this shit forgery
I ain't really happy with these racks 'cause I want more for me
AP cost a brick of dog (Rrr), ain't no drugs involved
Money in the wall just in case a nigga ever fall (I ever fall)
He think this a Perc' 30, he don't know it's fentanyl (Dumbass)
I was in the county with a seven underneath my balls
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I got God with me (God with me)
Youngin got some Tris', pour a five with me (Pour up)
Break the bitch a piece of dick off properly (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm lookin' like I lucked up on the lottery (Mega Millions)
Nigga need to get back in the bed, think 'bout robbin' me (Go back to sleep)
Every other day, I'm M.I.A to a different state
Bitch bring me 1942, not no [?]
The judge hit bro with a jersey, he play for the State
Boys in the hood, I be dope boy [?]
All this money in the room, how she ain't gon' wanna fuck? (How?)
Eighty bands on me now like I'm 'bout to buy a duft
Draggin' bags out of Saks to the car, I need a truck
They can't kick the door now, it's too much work we gotta flush
Trust, I ain't worried 'bout these niggas 'cause the Lord with me
All the rich hoes need to report to me (Come here)
All my exes get a bad report from me, they copyin' my lines, this shit forgery
I ain't really happy with these racks 'cause I want more for me
You have one minute remaining
Okay, yup, yup, alright, I got you, man, I got you, um
Damn, I'ma, I'ma holler at Dot, bro, I'ma holler at Dot and grab them songs, I'm just lettin' you know I'ma set it up for you, I'ma take care of you, make sure you straight
I'ma call Dot as soon as we get off the phone
I love you too, bro
Make sure you call me, nigga, I—
It don't matter if you think I'm sleep, nigga, call me
Alright, I got you
Alright, bro
