Testo Intro

Master Chef
DZ on the beat

Big racks up on me, fuck a money caller
[?] got her pussy, like a [?]
Gettin' so much guap, gettin' to the commas
Baby have my phone, I don't want no drama
Cut an ex bitch, if she causin' problems We don't argue, we don't do no talkin'
When the bullets fly, you gon' do the dodgin'
I'm the dark night, cause I love to rob 'em

Bitch
Fuck goin' on, aye man you know who the fuck it is, man
This Trapstar lil' whores
Yes sir
Aye bitch, we 'bout to fuckin' break the world, I promise you that
Facts, haha, slat, woah

Ice down, top down
Bust down, got to the money and you wanna see me fall
Ride around, diamonds drown
You was countin' blue hunnids', like the pistons how I ball Big racks, big stones
Big [?] diamonds on my fuckin' chain
I've been ballin' with the heat, just like a wave
Louie V all on my shoe, with the sway
They don't make 'em like me , (like me), like me, (like me)
Diamonds cold, ice cream, (ice cream)
VVS' always blinding, shining
VVS' always shining

Big racks up on me, fuck a money caller
[?] got her pussy, like a [?]
Gettin' so much guap, gettin' to the commas
Baby have my phone, I don't want no drama
Cut an ex bitch, if she causin' problems
We don't argue, we don't do no talkin'
When the bullets fly, you gon' do the dodgin'
I'm the dark night, cause I love to rob 'em