5 bands imma get it back
I done made it so far going back I ain't havin that
Got ice like a heart attack
When I rip through that van with the chopper ain't none of that
Rock arm like a run it back
Know you lookin outside but then people ain't comin back
Idc about none of that
Designer my closet my pocket be running track
Hop in the wraith and I take it you leave
I'm with the plug and that boy Japanese
You want the feature I'm charging a fee
Then I get the money and spend how I please
Givonchy Givenchy I'm gettin wit ease
I remember them days I had nothing to eat
I don't know that girl why she talkin to me
You take all ya problems keep it from me
You see me running I'm chasing a check
Draped in designer straight up to my neck
Diamonds they dripping I'm breaking a sweat
Run up get done up cuz you can get wet
Drip on my sleeves is Gucci and Prada
Run up a rack I gave that to my Mama
If you got a problem I'm gonna solve it
Now I'm jumpin like a detonator
Going hard like a now a later
Texting back bout a hour later
My shoes leather from a alligator
Im bout to blow like a detonator
Checking me imma detonate ya
Taking notes get some pen and paper
Need some drip I got different flavors
I don't need permission I get it with ease
Look on my chest you gon see the Supreme
Get to the money I be with me team
They gonna call it American Dream
Christian Dior I put that on my back
Balenciagas then I go get a tat
The world is so cold I'm just chasing a sack
No need to lie i just keep it a stack
Look at my bag imma take it and run it up
Hennessy black in my double cup
You with opp ain't no dappin up
Me and my brother the both of us
You will not stop any one of us
Money be comin I gotta lust
Only want bread I don't want the crust
Don't wanna talk I don't wanna trust
Now I'm back on my holy stuff
Gotta Cop me a G cuz a single ain't good enough
CTV and I'm talkin tuff
I was gon get the jacket the price wasn't high enough
I be rocking designer stuff
Imma hop in the booth imma I never be giving up
Never lookin be one and up
All the money be comin you stunting I'm going up
Not with the cappin I'm not with the foreplay
Riding on me like a Horsey
And she look better Beyoncé
Run up on me let the gun spray
The money be comin I work for that
Couldn't be waitin i get it back
Definition like a almanac
Designer Down that's a heart attack
ChimaTv - Double Cup, Pt. 2 (feat. Amaze) Lyrics
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5 bands imma get it back
I done made it so far going back I ain't havin that
Got ice like a heart attack
When I rip through that van with the chopper ain't none of that
Rock arm like a run it back
Know you lookin outside but then people ain't comin back
Idc about none of that
Designer my closet my pocket be running track
Hop in the wraith and I take it you leave
I'm with the plug and that boy Japanese
You want the feature I'm charging a fee
Then I get the money and spend how I please
Givonchy Givenchy I'm gettin wit ease
I remember them days I had nothing to eat
I don't know that girl why she talkin to me
You take all ya problems keep it from me
You see me running I'm chasing a check
Draped in designer straight up to my neck
Diamonds they dripping I'm breaking a sweat
Run up get done up cuz you can get wet
Drip on my sleeves is Gucci and Prada
Run up a rack I gave that to my Mama
If you got a problem I'm gonna solve it
Now I'm jumpin like a detonator
Going hard like a now a later
Texting back bout a hour later
My shoes leather from a alligator
Im bout to blow like a detonator
Checking me imma detonate ya
Taking notes get some pen and paper
Need some drip I got different flavors
I don't need permission I get it with ease
Look on my chest you gon see the Supreme
Get to the money I be with me team
They gonna call it American Dream
Christian Dior I put that on my back
Balenciagas then I go get a tat
The world is so cold I'm just chasing a sack
No need to lie i just keep it a stack
Look at my bag imma take it and run it up
Hennessy black in my double cup
You with opp ain't no dappin up
Me and my brother the both of us
You will not stop any one of us
Money be comin I gotta lust
Only want bread I don't want the crust
Don't wanna talk I don't wanna trust
Now I'm back on my holy stuff
Gotta Cop me a G cuz a single ain't good enough
CTV and I'm talkin tuff
I was gon get the jacket the price wasn't high enough
I be rocking designer stuff
Imma hop in the booth imma I never be giving up
Never lookin be one and up
All the money be comin you stunting I'm going up
Not with the cappin I'm not with the foreplay
Riding on me like a Horsey
And she look better Beyoncé
Run up on me let the gun spray
The money be comin I work for that
Couldn't be waitin i get it back
Definition like a almanac
Designer Down that's a heart attack
I done made it so far going back I ain't havin that
Got ice like a heart attack
When I rip through that van with the chopper ain't none of that
Rock arm like a run it back
Know you lookin outside but then people ain't comin back
Idc about none of that
Designer my closet my pocket be running track
Hop in the wraith and I take it you leave
I'm with the plug and that boy Japanese
You want the feature I'm charging a fee
Then I get the money and spend how I please
Givonchy Givenchy I'm gettin wit ease
I remember them days I had nothing to eat
I don't know that girl why she talkin to me
You take all ya problems keep it from me
You see me running I'm chasing a check
Draped in designer straight up to my neck
Diamonds they dripping I'm breaking a sweat
Run up get done up cuz you can get wet
Drip on my sleeves is Gucci and Prada
Run up a rack I gave that to my Mama
If you got a problem I'm gonna solve it
Now I'm jumpin like a detonator
Going hard like a now a later
Texting back bout a hour later
My shoes leather from a alligator
Im bout to blow like a detonator
Checking me imma detonate ya
Taking notes get some pen and paper
Need some drip I got different flavors
I don't need permission I get it with ease
Look on my chest you gon see the Supreme
Get to the money I be with me team
They gonna call it American Dream
Christian Dior I put that on my back
Balenciagas then I go get a tat
The world is so cold I'm just chasing a sack
No need to lie i just keep it a stack
Look at my bag imma take it and run it up
Hennessy black in my double cup
You with opp ain't no dappin up
Me and my brother the both of us
You will not stop any one of us
Money be comin I gotta lust
Only want bread I don't want the crust
Don't wanna talk I don't wanna trust
Now I'm back on my holy stuff
Gotta Cop me a G cuz a single ain't good enough
CTV and I'm talkin tuff
I was gon get the jacket the price wasn't high enough
I be rocking designer stuff
Imma hop in the booth imma I never be giving up
Never lookin be one and up
All the money be comin you stunting I'm going up
Not with the cappin I'm not with the foreplay
Riding on me like a Horsey
And she look better Beyoncé
Run up on me let the gun spray
The money be comin I work for that
Couldn't be waitin i get it back
Definition like a almanac
Designer Down that's a heart attack
Writer: Chima Anyanwu
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid