Lyrics to Out Of This World
Get money addict
I'm a get "money" tatted
Money in the attics
Money in the stashes
Money in the cabinets
Stuffed in the mattress
Safe full of guns
More money up in that shit
Taz Arnold TI$A
Jeremy Scott Adidas
Maison Martin Margiella
Three strap sneakers
Riding with a feature
Student and a teacher
It's money over bitches
No room for a skeezer
Thinking of a Lambo
Bathing Ape camo
Play with the money
Turn Rocky into Rambo
Patience is a virtue
Life is a handful
Friends, they'll hurt you
Learned that from my grandfolks
Me under a lamp post
While I got my hands closed
Haze to my brains
Like eggs, got it scrambled
Yeah I feel Rihanna
And I understand Hov
What you think I rap for?
To push a fucking Land Rove?
Now I'm looking back
When you said I shouldn't rap
Some slept on me
Other niggas took a nap
Now I'm in the basement
Probably cooking crack
Gave you teaspoons full
But instead, you took a cap
They say Tyga and Diggy
But Rocky been Jiggy
Currency from The Wiz
Ain't enough to get me home
Can't really hate
When they compare me to Drake
Could have been J.Cole
If I met J-Hov
Who dat?
ASAP, But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip hop is dead
Fuck it, let it rest
Reincarnated through me
When she resurrect
Long hair, Blue jeans
Live on U-Stream
High top boots
Like Pac in a Juice scene
No it ain't a movie
Diamonds? gleam
Dead tone
Cause the redbones is my new thing
Nigga, I do things
Let the coupe sing
Niggas say I'm insane
Saddam Hussein
Niggas still jokers
Me, I'm on my Bruce Wayne
Fly kicks, my shit
Yeah I'm on that Liu Kang
I ain't bragging when I do this
My shoes is Bermudas
I'm bougie in that Gucci
But my nudies is my newest
And your foolishness and rumors
I give two shits
I only hear the money
Save the bullshit for the Q-Tips
Swag is the coolest
My bitch is the rudest
My jeweler is Jewish
And my wrist is the bluest
And I get it poppin on the block
Like who kid
ASAP standing on the block
Like the new kids
I'm a get "money" tatted
Money in the attics
Money in the stashes
Money in the cabinets
Stuffed in the mattress
Safe full of guns
More money up in that shit
Taz Arnold TI$A
Jeremy Scott Adidas
Maison Martin Margiella
Three strap sneakers
Riding with a feature
Student and a teacher
It's money over bitches
No room for a skeezer
Thinking of a Lambo
Bathing Ape camo
Play with the money
Turn Rocky into Rambo
Patience is a virtue
Life is a handful
Friends, they'll hurt you
Learned that from my grandfolks
Me under a lamp post
While I got my hands closed
Haze to my brains
Like eggs, got it scrambled
Yeah I feel Rihanna
And I understand Hov
What you think I rap for?
To push a fucking Land Rove?
Now I'm looking back
When you said I shouldn't rap
Some slept on me
Other niggas took a nap
Now I'm in the basement
Probably cooking crack
Gave you teaspoons full
But instead, you took a cap
They say Tyga and Diggy
But Rocky been Jiggy
Currency from The Wiz
Ain't enough to get me home
Can't really hate
When they compare me to Drake
Could have been J.Cole
If I met J-Hov
Who dat?
ASAP, But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip hop is dead
Fuck it, let it rest
Reincarnated through me
When she resurrect
Long hair, Blue jeans
Live on U-Stream
High top boots
Like Pac in a Juice scene
No it ain't a movie
Diamonds? gleam
Dead tone
Cause the redbones is my new thing
Nigga, I do things
Let the coupe sing
Niggas say I'm insane
Saddam Hussein
Niggas still jokers
Me, I'm on my Bruce Wayne
Fly kicks, my shit
Yeah I'm on that Liu Kang
I ain't bragging when I do this
My shoes is Bermudas
I'm bougie in that Gucci
But my nudies is my newest
And your foolishness and rumors
I give two shits
I only hear the money
Save the bullshit for the Q-Tips
Swag is the coolest
My bitch is the rudest
My jeweler is Jewish
And my wrist is the bluest
And I get it poppin on the block
Like who kid
ASAP standing on the block
Like the new kids
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