Lamar Styles - Angels in Sweden Lyrics

Flat bill
Robin Hood
Cash Here
Stolen Goods
If it's bout the bag
You'll get checked
Stan the flag that we rep
Hollywood
Everybody moves to Hollywood
When the check clear
Pray to god that the check near
Ima dog patrol yards
Niggas wonder Y like goyard
Cause I'm bout the fetti
Fetch, Go long
Got this pack from the alp mountains
Alpaca/I'll pack a llama
If you touch a hair on the scalp
Of my love ones
Super Saiyan status
Pull up in a phantom
Drop spirit bombs
Leave whole scene in shambles
Like a Tyler perry flick
I can do bad by myself
None the less
Ima glimpse away from
Handsome
God forgives but I don't
Invest in me give you hope
Baby I sin I'm not the pope
Can't love cant get close
If it's bout the money I'm all ears
Sing the tone leave the halls
Clear
I been on my bullshit all year
Ima glo on my peers
I get the cash then the rims
Then the trunk
Then I get the cash then the
Ms in a month
Then I get the cash put the
Rims in the trunk
Then I get the cash gives
Ms to my mom