Magazine Cover Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I had to take it to the top, yeah what you thought
I can't make a stop until I'm posted in my loft
Yeah this thirty-three is strong, it make you cough
Motherfuckers cappin' like they really be the boss
Had to dip from the party, it was no vibes
I can't fuck with petty shit, that shit got hoe vibes
Had to block a couple bitches in my phone line
Cause them bitches really wanna take my whole life, yeah
Ain't gonna lie
I'm very motherfuckin' fried
This shit is fire and I ain't even fuckin' tried
Like a jet I'm finna take off, yeah
I keep ballin' to the playoffs, yeah
I need a ring and I need another
I'm a champion, homie did I even stutter
Diamonds lookin' like a paintin' shit, I see the colors
Watch me get the Forbes magazine cover (magazine cover)
Watch me pull up in a motherfuckin' Beamer (woah woah woah)
It's a two-seater, got me a whip and I know Imma keep her (skrt skrt skrt)
But the top, I'ma leave it, yeah
Leave it behind, we don't motherfuckin' need it
Shift up a gear, I ain't speedin'
Kick down the pedal, the engine is pleasin'
When I be out, then I feel like a demon, yeah
I'm tryna get mad rich, not marriage
Had to stack it all up in the past tense
Taking the whole cake, no fractions
I really had to get it, not random
Why the fuck would you even go that far
I didn't get that part
I need to get me a fast car
Big mansion I'm the landlord
I got my dick stuck in her titties, that's a booby trap
I got a brand new truck with a coupe to match
Challenge me to kush-ups, yeah, you losin' that
Shout out to Gunna, I remember I was pushin' packs
You got me gassed up, homie, pass a lighter
She asked me if it make her look fat, I told that bitch "kinda"
Not only ya card, ay, but ya cash declining
If you gettin' on my nerve, that was your last sighting, bitch (boom boom boom)
(I keep ballin' to the play offs
This shit is fire, I ain't even fuckin' tried
Had to dip from the party, it was no vibes
Petty shit, that shit got hoe vibes)