Rebirth Island ft. Lil Que Lyrics

I'm kind of irritated I just spent ten thousand

Gettin' money ain't hard you boys make it a problem

Talkin' bout he a stepper probably on rebirth island

Yeah we both got chains

But these two different kind of diamonds

I'll never go broke I fell in love with the racks

Boy mad at the world 'cause he nutted in a rat

Man I ball in real life don't give a fuck about no stats

I just counted thirty thousand got me feeling like I'm Steph

I'm in the strip club standing on the table throwing dubs

Real east side nigga for a bitch don't got no love

Let a nigga meet the drac before I let him meet the plug

I don't even got kids boy stop actin' like my son

Rich young nigga hoes fuckin' off the name

Bitch I ain't see yo text I was hoppin' off a plane

It was hot in the city so I went and bought a chain

Niggas be clout mamas do whatever for the fame

You be makin' hoes mad in they dm tryin' to force shit

Probably never get no money cause you busy tryin' to horse shit

I ain't never asked a bitch for no money that's some poor shit

I wonder is my dog human cause he torch shit

I'm BOM 266 don't get it mixed up

And Golden Sun did the chain but nigga RIP Hutch

You be fuckin' on her I'll never let that bitch fuck

Niggas keep on askin' me bout dog they heard he switched up

Bitch don't ask me 'bout no nigga you don't see around

How the fuck you speakin' on the gang and you don't be around

Bitches know it's money in the room when they see me around

Think my brotha' hang with slime and them he keep a P around

Yeah I'm back on all that

I ain't gotta do it I'll pay to get yo' dog wacked

You aint never lost yo' dog shit and got it all back

Hear him talkin' money in them songs I know it's all cap

I be ballin' every summer like im in the league

I guess that nigga got a gap cause he scared of cheese

Might as well lay in the grass pockets full of green

Bitch I feel like Dame Lillard never switchin' teams

I just got another blick probably a never scrap

My home boys step on shit like they in a frat

Damn near got to work out my pockets gettin' fat

Hell naw we can't fuck bitch you a rat

I don't wanna fuck bitch you can tell me where the bread at

Pay a couple dollars find out where you lay yo head at

Fuckin' 'round with Que a get a pussy nigga head cracked

He ain't lining niggas up but he'll push a nigga head back

Smokin' out yo bag you must like fuckin' up the profit

I know niggas gettin' paid down in Houston like the Rockets

Everybody know you cappin' in them songs you better stop it

You ain't got yo' own pape you worried 'bout other niggas pockets