Bash money

Griselda
FLYGOD
Ayo, Prada nylons on, dont speak to God unless you speakin life
Shootin sh*t up but couldnt read or write (Brr)
Casablanca silks with the kilt (Ah)
Wore his conehead backwards, cut the eyes out, left his sh*t tilt
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Meanwhile, Im back of a Cullinan, Buckingham
One hand shootin, I steered the M with the other hand (Skrrt)
Remember no one is big enough to go alone

Ayo, strive for blessings, four pounds in Vivienne Wests (Ah)
Project stoves definin my essence
They praisin my presence, doors up on the Teslas
Fiends fallin out, sayin FLYGOD is thеy shepherd
I had the best fiends drive in from Canmore (Ah)
I buy an S , you buy an S, switch the colors, have Benz wars
Remember no one is big enough to go alone

Karate with the stars, n*gg*
Got my feet kicked up that far , n*gg*
Black belt, Balenciaga jeans, yeah, its soft denim
Got the bulge in em, thats all cheese, Sargento
Got the new spot, glass house, thats all windows
I be starin out em all day lookin for Gods signals
Starin out into my driveway at the different car symbols
All big bodies with soft guts like scar tissue
These funny catsll Garfield you
I just let this chopper ring, wont even phone bill you
Long money, long magazine, long pistol
These Celine tall Timbs is mean, short temper
Ah yes, money talk givin n*gg*s little man complex
Four finger rings will limit hand to hand contact
Tunechi, 3k, three bad b*tches with me, booty beefcake
My homie in the back masked up like Lucha Libre (Baow)

Uh, all black nina, call her dark and lovely
Feds took my gold and I cried like they took my daughter from me
You dont know the half of it, bullets givin c-sections
Split niggas in half for me, on codeine, Im a crash dummy
Big dog, get swallowed down to my last puppy
I could make your Kim, Kourtney, Khloe do the dash for me
Young Money, Cash money, uh, blast for me
Throw some money on the dancer, make some money dance for me
Mula