22 of Um

[Chorus]
I put 22 foreign baddies on the flat screen
I get to throwing up the money for my mood swings
I'm pouring up on the muddy, get to seeing things
I threw so much, I ain't have no choice but TV
I rock the VLONE with Chanel
Got a hundred on me now, I [?] well
Still drinking, that's for my nigga Yams
Live alone, that's who I am
Hit a bad ass bitch off the 'Gram
There's so many around, I'll shout
So you can see what I did at Atlanta
I want flat screens going ham

[Verse 1]
I got rich, yeah, off of grams
Pimp a bitch, yeah, I'm a player
Give her dick like [?]
Sip this, get high stamina
I'm on TV, yeah, nigga, the news
Spent a hundred thousand on my goons
I got foreigns with me for the mood
Hit this cup, take it to the moon
I done put my shooter on the 'shroom
I get way higher than balloons
I got 22 foreign sluts
Introduced [?] to the room
I'ma teach her how to get on TV
I'm just too saucy, but a goon
Got them hundreds on me, real [?]
So when they see me, I'm on zoom

[Chorus]
I put 22 foreign baddies on the flat screen
I get to throwing up the money for my mood swings
I'm pouring up on the muddy, get to seeing things
I threw so much, I ain't have no choice but TV
I rock the VLONE with Chanel
Got a hundred on me now, I [?] well
Still drinking, that's for my nigga Yams
Live alone, that's who I am
Hit a bad ass bitch off the 'Gram
There's so many around, I'll shout
So you can see what I did at Atlanta
I want flat screens going ham

[Verse 2]
I got some bad ass bitches with me
They'll understand what a nigga saying
I'll shoot up money, money, money, money, money
To pull down your pants
Sipping on a big cup of that muddy
Roll up 3.5 grams
If he ain't talking 'bout no hundreds
I don't understand what he's saying
Nigga, leave you mad, oh so sad
I'm on rich drugs, no tan
All 22 of they ass bad
So many racks, you don't got a chance
I see Selena get on zoom zoom
I saw my nigga Yams doubled up a deuce
Leave it to the Mob if you don't get a clue
VLONE, Chanel, too much juice

[Chorus]
I put 22 foreign baddies on the flat screen
I get to throwing up the money for my mood swings
I'm pouring up on the muddy, get to seeing things
I threw so much, I ain't have no choice but TV
I rock the VLONE with Chanel
Got a hundred on me now, I [?] well
Still drinking, that's for my nigga Yams
Live alone, that's who I am
Hit a bad ass bitch off the 'Gram
There's so many around, I'll shout
So you can see what I did at Atlanta
I want flat screens going ham