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 I'ma 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 Cop a room full of 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 be bodyin' 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 Get over here and empty your pockets I don't do that You're my prisoner, you do what I tell you to do, get over here Haha, he's gonna get nasty about it! Frank! Cool it, huh? Stay the fuck outta this! 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'