PNEUMONIA

Like pneumonia
I want diamonds, I wan' ice the Rollie up
Walk it like I talk it, I ain't pourin' up
Pullin' up in rockets, I got four of 'em
I want loaded pockets, now they blowin' up
I want hella profits, money going up
Countin' cash, vomit when I throw it up
I want racks on me like I'm storin' up
She said switch the flow up
Ridin' in a Rover (skrrt)
Feel like a composer
I just want my dough up (ha)
Feelin' hot, so we keep goin' up
Feelin' lucky, don't got no lean gut
Call her back, I said bae what's the fuss
Baby I want the money, not lust
I want the racks on me
I want new clothes, get the pants so clean
She come and see me, get the nails on fleek
Baby we blowin' up so the bag's on me
Want my hands like stitch, want the blues, no greens
She listen to my songs, got her feelin' like a fein
You got a new man, but he's not like me
I put mice in the bag, cause the bag got cheese (ha)
Aye
What
All of you posin', I do this forreal
When I walk in, all the fakes get the chills
Pneumonia diamonds, I'm drowning myself
Want Tony Montana racks, like a cartel
Want 4 hunnid thousand racks, send it on Zelle
I want my pockets deep like it's a well
I cannot stop until I make a mill (what)
Like pneumonia
I want diamonds, I wan' ice the Rollie up
Walk it like I talk it, I ain't pourin' up
Pullin' up in rockets, I got four of 'em
I want loaded pockets, now they blowin' up
I want hella profits, money going up
Countin' cash, vomit when I throw it up
I want racks on me like I'm storin' up
She said switch the flow up
Ridin' in a Rover (skrrt)
Feel like a composer
I just want my dough up (ha)
Feelin' hot, so we keep goin' up
Feelin' lucky, don't got no lean gut
Call her back, I said bae what's the fuss
Baby I want the money, not lust