Revived lyrics

[Intro]
(Aye Dior make them hits!)
Oh, oh
Oh
Hey, woah, oh
Go, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm married to cash, they running off with my swag
I'm just getting bands, in the bando I need a half
They don't know me, they don't know the half
My shooter a dyke 'cause she got a strap
They follow my footsteps like a map
And I'm so shelled, just like a crab
I'm the sh*t, yeah, I'm the crap
I'm off a perc', it got me relaxed
Smokin' woods up in the back
They sleep on me just like a bag
The gas just hit me hard like a bat
And I just popped a flat
I don't talk, but money don't track
And my teeth gold, just like a plaque

[Verse]
What you wanna do? b*tch make a decision
Run it up, b*tch I don't do division
Summr Einstein, 'cause I'm so brilliant
Shoot at his hairline with the precision
My b*tch bad, yeah, she is so pure
I'm with some shooters and they top tier
Don't wanna f*ck just want the top here
I asked Satan for guap, he was like here
My diamonds glow like a streetlight
Sippin' on lean this ain't no f*ckin' Bud Light
She was twerking on me in the club right?
Next night she in love with my damn pipe
I f*ck with my b*tch 'cause she is so genuine
I'm fly as f*ck but I don't fly like a penguin
These n*ggas gay, man these n*ggas so feminine
I don't f*ck with it if the sh*t don't benefit
f*ck the Donald Trump, I only know Benjamin
She be with me 'cause she like the experience
I walk up in Neiman's, I am so elegant
I'm high as f*ck like a damn pelican
And my pockets bigger than a damn elephant
Stop texting me 'cause you is irrelevant
Never dying over some damn medicine
Summrbangz, I should be the damn president
My n*ggas they evil like they was a Resident
[Outro]
I'm married to cash, they running off with my swag
I'm just getting bands, in the bando I need a half
They don't know me, they don't know the half
My shooter a dyke 'cause she got a strap
They follow my footsteps like a map
And I'm so shelled, just like a crab
I'm the sh*t, yeah, I'm the crap
I'm off a perc', it got me relaxed
Smokin' woods up in the back
They sleep on me just like a bag
The gas just hit me hard like a bat
And I just popped a flat
I don't talk, but money don't track
And my teeth gold, just like a plaque