Style

[Intro]
What's literally in my bank is on my PayPal, Aa-ooh
It's too loud that stinks, you better fuck with Lintowe, Aa-ooh
Yeah, I don't give a fuck you could tell all day, Aa-ooh
Yeah, you're getting so high that you better-
Yeah, piped out, but I'm piped out, yeah

[Verse]
And I'm piped out, but I'm piped out
I'm so piped out I might black out
Uh, bank account on my PayPal
Yeah, money on my mind all the time
Yeah, I'm a style, I gotta get what's mine
Yeah, I remember why, my money so big
Just on the top, that's so fye
Yeah, I'm-a go up to the sky
I'm-a meet the top, yeah, I don't give a fuck

[Bridge]
Tek lintowe production, you heard?

[Verse 2]
Ah, yeah ooh, ooh-aaahh
Oo-aaa (Oo-aaa)
Oo-aaa (aaa)
Oo-aa-aa (Aa-ooh)
Oo-aaa (ooh-Aah)
Oo-aaa (hm hmm)
Aahh, ahh, aa-aahh (aaa)
Aahh, ahh, aa-aahh (aaa)
Ah-ah-ahh (a-a-a-a)
Aahh, ahh, aa-aahh (aaa)
Oo-aaa (hm hmm)
Aahh, ahh, aa-aahh (aaa)
Oo-oo-oooh