Dead Presidents

[Verse 1:]
It took a long time to get right here where I'm standing
Enzo Worldwide, we the flyest, young niggas on the planet
And I'm rapping, these rappers be rambling
And I'm stacking, I know these niggas can't stand it
But, I don't plan on stopping
If you tripping, baby i got options
Imma be rich on my mama
They gone talk down when you poppin'
You tripping if you want problems
Ain't no conversation, just choppas
I won't walk if it ain't about commas
I get money, i just be flossing
No toothpick, choppa long as a broomstick
Wait, I wasn't always a cool kid
New phone, who this?
I done bossed up
Price going up
And I'm growing up
I be in the club, I ain't even old enough
Standing on couches, pulling up blouses

[Pre-Chorus]:
A young nigga blowing up
I swear it took us long enough
But shit, we about to go up
I done glowed up
You niggas know wassup
Yo girl know wassup

[Chorus]:
Baby, come and shoot ya shot
You better go swish
It's stars in the ceiling baby
You should make a wish
I'm headed to [?]
And I wanna make a hit
I heard you niggas talking
Just know who you playing with
All we want is dead presidents
Like get some money on ya head
Dead Presidents
You know I'm all about that bread
Dead Presidents
Like get some money on ya head
Dead Presidents
You know I'm all about that bread

[Verse 2]: