Mafia Bby

[Verse]
Fuck what you heard I'm tipping fours like I can't stand up straight
It's Kodie K can't stand the hate
Two-thousand dollar dinner plate
2-0-18 finna make them hits and yes it's no mistake
Kodie K don't contemplate, I need the racks to operate
This money make me OD (OD!)
I feel like '06 Kobe (Kobe!)
This whip costs me a four-piece
Two milli on a Rollie
If I'm going I'm going like Tony
This real life nigga no Sony
If I roll then I roll with the homies
If I'm going I'm going out lonely
Who want beef with us? We smoke 'em like some Black & Mild's
We clapped his ass for acting wild
You know we get to stomping down
Two Rollies and they cost a pound
Put money in my coffee grounds
I wake up to that beep! cause I love the way that money sounds
Fuck what you heard we get it cracking boy
Pull up deep and get this whole shit clapping boy
We gon' see who pussy with all that acting boy
Came from down South where niggas get to slapping boys
Fuck what he heard, fuck what he heard, fuck what he heard, counting chips
We gon' park it on the curb
We gon' start it we don't learn
We gon' spark it let it burn
We gon' shut shit down, way I make my hundreds turn
Why y'all make y'all honey's turn
I don't let my hundreds burn
Don't touch it it's a money perm
I count so much like reading books that you could say I money learn
Fuck the books I money word
Count it up let's get it
Racks inside my jeans is fitted
Five-percent don't mean it's tinted
You can't even see up in it
What you know that's me up in it
Bet you know your freak up in it
Her best friend can squeeze up in it
Ass so fat my seats is dented
Pretty bitch she need attention
She squeeze up in it
Hold up bitch that shit too fat I'ma need a minute
Yeah I crush it
She squeeze up in it
Hold up bitch that shit too fat I'ma need a minute
Yeah I crush it