Bubblin

Look at you go

Okay, you bubblin'

Look, go

Go

Look at you go

Okay, you bubblin'

Look (Yeah)

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin'

Look at the cash, look at the cash comin' in

Come get your mans, this lil' **** buggin' me

Just leave the bag, quit all that jaw-jackerery

Don't even pass me that, I don't want none of it

These **** mad about it, had enough of it

Woah, watch what you're sayin', all that poppin' and shakin'

Got me hot as a laser, my posse deep and irate

And we act a fool for the paper

Had a dream, then I made it

El Camino on Daytons

Vintage Guess over Bape

Put the bread on me, bitch

Bitch, you bet I'ma bake it

Piggy flat in the blanket, I might just roll out today

I might just roll out to Vegas, head back to my old ways

Cop a room full of Asian hoes and do blow all day

Look at me, baby

Look at me, baby

Don't I look like a million?

I'm 'bout to clean out the safe

D-dont I look like somebody that's just be bodyin' everything?

All that talkin' is great, but I don't be talkin', I air it out

All the problems have gotten easy to bury

I'd rather drown 'em in Hendrick's, I'd rather kiss on my Mary

I've been broker way longer than I've been rich, so until it levels out

I'ma take your mama to the Marriott and wear it out

Took me so long to get it, gonna spread it out

Let 'em know all about me when I'm dead and gone

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (Look at you go)

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (Look at you go)

Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (Ok, you bubblin')

Look at the cash bubblin' (Look, go)

One in the hand, one in the hand (Look, go)

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (Look at you go)

Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (Ok, you bubblin')

Look at the cash bubblin'

I'ma need all the fries you can give me (Uh huh)

All the hot sauce, all the pie you can give me (Uh huh)

Better be all or nothin', don't have me in the middle

You better be all you can, get higher than the limit, yeah!

Simplify for the dumbos

Plenty slides, I can shuffle

Hit the cadence with my young bitch

Isaac Hayes, Billy Ocean

Brought the old hoe with the cane stick

Left my slippers at the function

It's hard to run in Gucci slides

Chick, I thought you said you didn't have a husband

I'm a stud, no cuckold

Jackie Chan, no trouble

Can't clean it with a bib

Blood drippin' from the cut throats

No Lord, not me, I could never be the one you wanna stunt for

Money, money, the machine

Gun sprayed the Ferragamo store

R.I.P. to times that I was broke

After life in 911 Porsche

Matte black, lookin' clean

Dead prezies in an envelope

Cookin' up canard

Waitin' for the antidote

Runnin' outta time

Patience thinner than a pantyhose

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (Look at you go)

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (Look at you go)

Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (Ok, you bubblin')

Look at the cash bubblin' (Look, go)

One in the hand, one in the hand (Look, go)

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (Look at you go)

Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (Ok, you bubblin')

Look at the cash bubblin' (Look)