Wicked Lyrics

Getting this money, young nigga but I want it all

Doin one fifty I treat the Bentley like a track hawk

Eight thousand in jewelry, took it off em it ain't last long

My life is wicked, my life expensive

I don't do Balmains spent twelve hunnid on Amiris

In a Track Hawk racing they caught me flying down century

She ain't use to no baller I took a AMG to flemings

Got her asking me questions like how we end up in a Bentley

Why you posting a dub if you can't throw that in the club

Fell asleep in the studio I just use a lot of drugs

Rockin brand new purples wit my supreme AF1s

Could've bought a new car but I threw forgies on the truck

Know these niggas don't like me but still want to shake my hand

How you Finna ball with me if you ain't sticking to the plan

Think you found you a trophy but she might want you for the bag

Got a shirt from Celine but it say Paris on the tag

Know my jeans ain't stacked I still carry stacks in em

Only riding in foreigns that take ninety one premium

Nigga so down bad he trying to break into a Kia

Think them SI diamonds cuz in the dark we couldn't see em

I don't shop wit a budget I walk in and buy it all

She was turning me down now how I end up in her jaws

Think it's boyz in the hood might do a hunnid on the Shaw

Eight Fifty on a hoodie but they ain't got these in the mall

Ain't no size thirty twos cuz I been buying all the pants

And my shoes six hunnid but ima treat em like they vans

We gone say free melly until they free em out the jam

How you walk out of Webster and u ain't even holdin bags

Through da worst I still keep a smile

This ain't regular it got forgies and the engine loud

If you don't like the shit I'm doing come and stop a nigga

Said she usually don't do this but she topped a nigga

Started balling now they really hate the way I'm living

I like beamers, I like I like Bentleys and I slide in benzes

Told the jeweler I need cubans I don't want a tennis

When I land in ATL my first stop Lenox