(Quincy Tellem)

Free smoke, got the city all burning (brr)
Still feels my opps ain't learning
Trigger on the dots too sensitive
Told bro, "Take your time when you're turning" (yeah)
Trap game fully on furnished
Twenty-four hours and they're looking refurbished
Nothin' ain't changed but your home address
Still make a sweet one put the wap in a Birkin (trust)
Don't care if that chick can't dance
Tryna make sure that the phone line twerking (brr)
See how they wanna ride this wave?
Didn't see their face when I'm sofa surfing (Nope)
If this music ting don't work, there's one thing that I know for certain, I'm in the trap

I keep on serving (yeah)
Serving on serving, I served up Martin, now he's on a flying carpet
Walked in on Martin piping his arm in the morning, moving lethargic
Wonder where he is right now, man, I hope that brudda didn't OD
You know you got that special bond always with a certain fiend
Went from the pit of hell, who woulda thought we'll be doing up mosh pits? (Gang)
My brother still lock it, stock it, buy it, sell it, cook it and rock it (whip)
Bro still cook it and rock it, only a boss could cover these losses
28K when I bought this Cuban, the Rollie ain't bust down? Then I don't want it (facts)
It's Dutch for the fifth but I still take trips to the tropics
Got your bitch in a foreign whip, she gon' pull down the zipper, tell her to slop it

Pocket watchin', brothers mad, they must have lost it, whoa
I just made a ticket, I'm still, I'm still counting dough
I was on a prison phone to bro, "I don't know when they'll let me go" (uh)
I told bro, "Put the thing in sport, I can see the feds coming close"

Burnt my Giuseppe's, I no longer wear my True Religions (no, I don't)
Had to get me a safety deposit (facts)
All these stacks, they won't fit in my denims (trust)
All these racks, they don't fit in the closet (nope)
Money long, I don't think, I just cop it (yeah)
And if KD with me, then he's got it
Burn a spliff, hit the moon in my rocket
And I put like ten thousand on jeans (ten)
But these stacks still don't fit in my pocket
And I built me a money machine
My hands really hurt when I'm counting
And I started with pennies and dreams
I woke up from all of the nightmares
So I'm goin' all out for the team
I'm goin' all out for the team
I'm goin' all out for the team (yeah)
Fell in love with the money machine (facts)
Only right I run up on the plug (trust)
He came up off of robbery P's
Beatfreakz when I tell him to freeze (freeze)
I don't wanna get blood on my jeans (jeans)
Tell my mum that I love her to pieces (I love her)
If I die, give my dough to my nephews and nieces, it's 'Velli

Pocket watchin', brothers mad, they must have lost it, whoa
I just made a ticket, I'm still, I'm still counting dough
I was on a prison phone to bro, "I don't know when they'll let me go" (uh)
I told bro, "Put the thing in sport, I can see the feds coming close" Writer/s: Isaac Hagan, M Huncho, Quincy Ferreira, Stephan Allen
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sentric Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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